"ARJUN ! ARJUN ! ARJUN !"

"DURYODHAN ! DURYODHAN ! DURYODHAN !"

In the sprawling wrestling arena of Dronacharya's ashram, the air was thick with anticipation as Arjun and Duryodhan faced each other, their strong grips on the hefty maces. Muscles taut with concentration, they stood poised, each warrior embodying the essence of valor and rivalry. On the sidelines, the throng of students erupted in cheers, some support Arjun, others Duryodhan.

With a sudden roar, Duryodhan lunged forward, swinging his mace with fierce momentum, aiming to topple Arjun. But Arjun, nimble and quick-witted, dodged gracefully, retaliating with a swift counterstrike. The clash of metal echoed through the arena, a thunderous sound that reverberated against the walls, drawing the attention of every student.

Arjun swung his mace, a blur of motion aimed at Duryodhan’s torso. Duryodhan countered with a swift block, the impact reverberating through the arena. Arjun, his brow furrowed in concentration, lunged forward again, this time aiming for Duryodhan's exposed side. Yet, Duryodhan, with an uncanny agility, sidestepped the blow and countered with a powerful swing of his own.

Dronacharya observed intently, noting Duryodhan’s exceptional skill. The Kaurava prince moved with a blend of strength and grace, his reflexes sharp as he blocked Arjun's relentless strikes. Each time Arjun aimed high, Duryodhan ducked and pivoted, using his body’s momentum to redirect the force of the blows.

Duryodhan’s face broke into a confident grin, his eyes glimmering with pride. "Tum Dhanurvidya mei uttam hoge. Kintu Gadayudh mei shresht nahi ho, Arjun." He retaliated with a swift swing, forcing Arjun to retreat momentarily.

Yet, the son of Kunti remained unfazed, his concentration unwavering. He pivoted gracefully, eyes locked onto Duryodhan, unyielding in the face of mockery. The arena held its breath, caught in the tension of the moment. Arjun’s mind sharpened; the surrounding cheers faded, leaving only the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat.

With a fierce roar, Arjun lunged at Duryodhan, his grip tightening around the heavy mace. The arena echoed with the sound of clashing metal as he unleashed a torrent of strikes, each blow imbued with determination and skill. Duryodhan, initially confident, found himself on the defensive, parrying the onslaught with quick reflexes, yet the strain was evident.

Duryodhan’s smile faded, replaced by a focused glare as he blocked and parried desperately, but Arjun's speed and skill were overwhelming. He shifted his weight, fluidly transitioning from one attack to another as he feinted left and swung right, aiming for openings in Duryodhan’s defences. Duryodhan, caught off guard by the intensity of Arjun’s onslaught, began to falter.

Each strike from Arjun chipped away at Duryodhan’s composure. With a deft maneuver, Arjun disarmed Duryodhan, knocking the mace from his hand, sending the heavy weapon skidding across the arena floor. Duryodhan stumbled back but quickly regained his stance.

Dronacharya swiftly intervened, stepping between the two warriors. "Shaant ho jaao !" he commanded, his voice steady and authoritative. "Tum dono ne adbhut bal aur kala ka pradarshan kiya hai. Ab jaao."

He gestured for them to withdraw. Arjun, filled with respect, bowed deeply and touched Dronacharya’s feet, a gesture of gratitude and honor. Dronacharya nodded approvingly. Duryodhan, grunting in frustration, merely turned and stalked back, the fire of rivalry still burning in his chest. 

Dronacharya then scanned the eager faces of the students lining the arena, and with a thoughtful nod, he called out, "Satyashree aur Anuvinda !"

Satyashree strode into the arena, his posture exuding confidence. Opposite him, Anuvinda of Avanti entered with a different aura. His brow furrowed with intensity, the grip on his own mace tightened with palpable rivalry. In the center of the arena, they approached Dronacharya, and bowed their heads.

"Dwand prarambh karo." The Guru raised a hand.

Turning to face each other, Satyashree’s lips curled into a calm smile, his demeanor relaxed and unyielding. In contrast, Anuvinda’s brow furrowed in determination, his stance radiating aggression.

The crowd erupted into cheers, the vibrant voices of the Yadavas roaring in favor of Satyashree, drowning out the spirited support from the Kauravas rallying behind Anuvinda. The Pandavas, seated to the side, leaned forward, their eyes glinting with interest as they eagerly awaited the clash of wills.

With a sudden, explosive thrust, Anuvinda lunged forward, his mace slicing through the air with a menacing whistling sound. But Satyashree, seemingly unfazed, moved with the grace of a flowing river. He sidestepped effortlessly, his own mace raised in defense, blocking Anuvinda’s blow with a decisive clang that rang like a bell.

Anuvinda stumbled slightly, surprise flickering across his face as he regrouped, determination hardening his expression.

Fuelled by frustration, he charged again, his strikes more ferocious this time. Yet, with graceful agility, Satyashree ducked under the blow, feeling the rush of wind as Anuvinda’s weapon narrowly missed. Seizing the moment, he sprang up, his own mace swinging like a bolt of lightning, connecting sharply with Anuvinda's torso. The impact knocked the breath out of Anuvinda, sending him staggering back.

They circled each other like predators, and with a shared roar, they lunged again. Anuvinda swung ferociously, delivering a series of rapid blows, each one met with Satyashree’s deft parries. The sound of clashing metal echoed through the arena, a rhythm of challenge and defense.

Finally, they locked their maces, both exerting tremendous force. Anuvinda grunted, pushing with all his might, muscles straining under the effort. Yet Satyashree stood firm and calm.

"Waise Yadav dekh rahe hai, Rajkumar Anuvinda." The younger prince said, "Kya thoda bal ka pradarshan kar du, toh chalega ?"

Anuvinda’s brow furrowed, a mix of frustration and confusion. Satyashree chuckled lightly, "Chinta mat karo. Haddiya nahi todunga." His words dripped with playful mischief, as if the duel were merely a game.

With a sudden, fluid motion, Satyashree pivoted, delivering a swift kick to Anuvinda’s midsection. The blow sent Anuvinda sprawling back, the air knocked from his lungs, surprise etched on his face.

Satyashree squared his shoulders, his eyes narrowing as he shifted into an aggressive stance, the mace held firmly, ready for onslaught. Anuvinda, now recovering from the kick, barely had time to react as Satyashree unleashed a series of strikes, each swing of the mace crackling with energy.

With calculated precision, Satyashree advanced, striking Anuvinda’s torso with rapid, punishing blows. Each strike landed like thunder, leaving Anuvinda little room to recover.

The Yadavas roared with encouragement, their cheers echoing throughout the ashram. On the sidelines, the Pandavas observed intently. Bheem, with his imposing stature, nodded in approval, admiration glowing in his eyes. Meanwhile Vinda clenched his fists, cringing at how badly Anuvinda was being defeated. Disappointment and discomfort rippled through the Kaurava ranks too; they had hoped for a different outcome. Duryodhan, despite his disdain for Satyashree, felt a grudging admiration bloom within him for the unparalleled skills.

With Anuvinda pressed against the ground, struggling to regain composure, Dronacharya stepped forward, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Itna paryaapt hai Yuyudhaawan !" he proclaimed, halting the fierce duel.

Dron’s gaze fell on Satyashree, a proud smile gracing his lips. "Adbhut gadadhari ho tum."

Turning to Anuvinda, he added, "Kintu Avanti-kumar, tumhe aur abhyaas ki awashyakta hai, vats."

Anuvinda’s face flushed with embarrassment but he nodded nevertheless. Satyashree and Anuvinda joined hands in front of Dron, a gesture of respect despite their rivalry, before stepping back to their respective places.

Dronacharya, sensing the energy in the arena, shifted his gaze to the students. "Ab.... Bheem aur Satyaki !"

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A/N

Anuvinda you are lucky the boy was being playful 😂

ALSO, we know Arjun as the greatest Archer, however Arjun had mastery over all forms of weapons. And I think we should appreciate that, Narottam was the best in everything he touched.