Dandelions

42. The struggle (part 2)

'No.. Brother Typhoon.. Run!'

Inner Ken shouted, but no sound came out even though his lips were not silenced. His tongue was a mute, his brain frozen against his orders. His body muscles also withered, suffocating immeasurably.

On the other hand Mervin was silent. Only when a smile expands on his face, as if already knowing about the arrival of the Hurricane makes Ken even more panic in the making.

"Well, it's also great that you can beat my boys out there all by yourself." Praise Mervin with his leisure, his expression softened looking at Typhoon while grinning viciously. He was happy to have a new toy.

"I said let go of my sister!" Typhoon stared hard. There was clearly anger on his face when he saw the younger brother who was bound like that.

Something inside Ken throbbed the pain of hearing the words of the person he had been complaining about. The Typhoon still recognizes itself as a sister, after the thousands of wounds he inflicted on the tiny heart of the truly fragile Typhoon.

His heart was again pierced by a sharp dagger when he saw his brother's face but bravely challenged an opponent who was not comparable just for his sake. Indeed, that second also Ken felt unworthy to be the sister of Typhoon, even though the same blood flowed in his body. He doesn't deserve to be protected like this. Typhoon doesn't have to protect a selfless sister like her.

"Hey, don't rush. We're playing games first, you've come this far. How could I not welcome you so well?" Mervin flicked his finger, gave the code.

Two dark-skinned people entered the room. Their clothes were the same as those that the Typhoon had previously encountered outside. He believed that person had a higher ability than the one he had fought before.

For a moment Typhoon seemed to gulp. He hesitated to defeat the two big men. But Ken's shadow was in his mind. Their eyes had met, and he was able to read the worry emanating from the look on his face.

The corner of his heart warmed up, a faint smile was present coloring the lips of Typhoon in blue. A smile that said everything would be fine. Simply looking at Ken's seemingly good state has made his energy replenished.

Out of nowhere the courage he gained, steadily his feet stepped.

"Thank you for welcoming me. But I don't want to stay here long. So, what if we start now? I want to go home quickly." Taufan said he would not lose. He gave a defiant, indecipherable smile in it.

"I admit your courage, but let's see if after this you can smile like that? Get him, break all his bones, just make sure he can still talk. I want to hear the last words from him." Said Mervin who was immediately answered with a nod of the heads of his two men.

Her irises of eyes scanned the two men who were starting to approach. He raised both his hands, mounted defensive horses in anticipation of a surprise attack. He tried to focus, even though his left arm that had been covered in blood felt an immeasurable pain.

"You are indeed his servants, yes, just want to be told to be rich slaves that is." Spicy Taufan.

"Don't just talk boy, lucky my boss asked me not to break your neck. Otherwise, it's ripped your little mouth off and I chopped you up for dog food." The bald-headed man.

"Once a servant is a servant..."

However, a fist that shot rapidly towards him made Typhoon a little surprised. He did not have time to dodge, just relying on his hands as a shield to dispel the indiscriminate attack. His strength was not playful, even the body of the Typhoon was pushed backwards every time the man launched an attack.

"Where did that level of confidence go, huh!?" The man laughed lightly.

Unceasing to get there, a kick slammed into the Typhoon to hit a pile of empty cardboard in the corner of the room. He groaned, the pain boils down to his left arm now that has been spitting out a lot of blood.

His breathing was hunting, his eyes were tightly closed while his body was curled up on the cold floor. He tried to get up, although several times collapsed because his legs seemed unable to support his own body.

Ken's surprised gaze hid when he saw the figure he had hated was actually fighting to die to save him. There was a strange feeling of slowly permeating his heart. A feeling he had long forgotten. Honey, it hurts, I don't know. All the sense of being concentrated into one made his chest tight.

The man grinned to see the effort of the Typhoon rise even though the results were in vain. "Good, you're strong, too. Good though. I'm satisfied we played with you."

Not allowing the Typhoon to rest for a moment, the man came back crashing, about to throw a punch. This time the storm managed to escape. In return he directed his punch towards the opponent's elbow until the sound of a broken joint was heard.

"Argh! My hands!" The bald man's pain complaints. "Damn it, I'll take your arm off your body!"

Just as the man was about to get up, a kick full of energy had already landed on his temple. Make it sprawl for a moment.

The typhoon took a deep breath, normalized its messy breath and tried to make friends with the pain. Now the opponent in front of him no longer looked down. His body is not as big as the previous opponent, but it does not make Taufan look down on his opponent.

"You're strong, too, but I won't let you live any longer." His hands were raised in front of his chest, putting on horses like a professional boxer. "Just be!"

As welcome, Typhoon advanced first by awarding a quick punch in a row. Unfortunately all his attacks were repelled easily. Looking at such a thin distance, the man launched a raw bogem that landed on the flat stomach of the Typhoon, making his body pushed back. Followed by a punch that landed on the left cheek of Typhoon immediately made him fall down.

"Argh, fuck. Sick woy!" Thaufan exclaimed as he rubbed the blood rough from the corner of his lips.

They've really been trained for this, right?

The moaning came out from the lips of Typhoon. He could not hide the other pain that attacked him, his body slightly bent as the tightness mixed with pain pierced his chest.

His lungs are back. His sight was in shadow, but as much as he could bear it. It can't fall now. He's got to get Ken out of here first.

His focus was back on the opponent who was still in shape without a single cut on his body, inversely proportional to his somewhat miserable self with wounds all over his body. Although it sounded impossible that he was able to defeat him with such a battered body, he did not want his hopes to be dashed.

The typhoon hit again, about to throw a raw bogem again but managed to be held with only one hand.

"Pull my words, you're weak." He said being followed by a knife on the chin made Typhoon take a few steps back and lose focus. Not yet relieved the pain he received, he again got a punch that rained relentlessly.

The typhoon did not just stay silent. His fast-moving finger pulled the opponent's tie, making him slightly lose his balance and stopping his blindly punching. Not wanting to waste such a small gap, Taufan immediately banged his head against the opponent's face and successfully made him take a few steps back.

"Argh! Pain, face!"

One powerful kick landed on the opponent's heart feather successfully made him fall. Unmercifully, Typhoon instantly showered the man with a punch. It was so loud that there was a sound of bone cracking. Who it belongs to, Typhoon does not care even though his bones are destroyed. He just wants to end this fight immediately and bring Ken out.

"Well! I'll give you back your words!" The Typhoon cried without any intention of loosening its blow.

His mind is already sown. Overpowered by anger. It did not even rule out the possibility of the man's life floating in his hands. Until finally the moaning sound caught his attention.

Not far from his place, Mervin was already standing behind Ken with one hand grabbing his sister's hair.

"Damn it! How dare you.. Get your dirty hands off my sister!" The Hurricane of wrath. He got up, carrying his feet in quick steps before his movements came to a halt.

"One more step you're approaching, I cut off his neck." Threatened Mervin who had pointed a knife to his sister's neck, making Typhoon not wrinkled.

His hands clenched tightly until his fingertips turned white. He let his guard down, forgetting the existence of one man who was his main enemy.

From behind, someone kicked Typhoon's body, knocking him right at Ken's feet. He did not expect the two people were still able to rise after being beaten all out. Even after he broke one of their hands.

The curly-haired man approached, clutching the collar of Typhoon's shirt. A streak of blows that landed hard on the jaws of Typhoon made the tip of his lips tear. Time and time again, before letting the body of the Typhoon that was no longer able to fight crashed on the dirty floor.

Not getting there, the bald man approached with slow steps. Kick hard Typhoon body to the back, landing a kick at all points.

"Fuckin' shit! I'll break all your bones!" Shouts echoed.

"ARGHH!" Screaming screams filled the room. But it did not dampen the man's intention to loosen his kick, as if his conscience had died.

On the other hand Ken's cry broke out, begging to end the savage action. "No! Enough already! Stopit! Please don't hurt Taufan again!"

Her tears fell hard. His heart ached like a merciless squeeze. There was an overwhelming feeling of tightness that was squeezing his chest.

"Hey, stop. You could really kill him!" Mervin.

Seeing the cowering Typhoon enduring the pain, provoked his hideous smile to expand. In his mind he didn't think it would be this fun to play with the children of people he hated.

"Follow him!" His word.

The two men then lifted the unprepared body of Typhoon, locking its movement, squeezing from both sides.

The entire body of the Typhoon was numb, almost numb. He had already reached the limit, his crumbling body had lost its strength. No more energy just to support his own body, even when his body is dragged to rise, he just resigned.

Her face slightly raised, looking at Ken who was still staring at her worriedly with tears flowing down her cheeks.

Is this the end of his life?

TB