
The Beggar King's Battle with Bulaha
* Hahahahaha, This time you are not going anywhere bangs**t !!, I will reply you yesterday.
the sound of the bulaha mengjumawayg makes Ki jalu shudder, it's not what makes him tremble but a stab in his shoulder that he worried about. It turns out that what I was worried about proved. His shoulders began to burn and burn. Ki's mind is torn between looking for white moss, the macho and how to kill Bulaha who has immune science.
One attack that sprayed from the bomb he avoided by ki jalu kitting while laying his body into the sand. But unfortunately one small shot of the tip of the keris hurt his knee. Bulaha continues to hunt ki jalu which is only able to kelit and clot. The warrior king of beggars was no longer able to fight. The deadly poison was very quick to react to eat the skin and flesh that was hit by a stab. Ki jalu poke his shoulders and thighs to dampen the spread of the poison.
Some of his body is numb and stiff so there is no other way for ki jalu except kelit from Bulaha's attack. After how long the condition of ki jalu worse, the muscle flesh on his shoulder like in eating okeh something very quickly, making there is a hole look as wide as the palm of the hand on his shoulder, his knee was torn, revealing the bones of his leg. Ki jalu has staggered with.breaths are starting to tight. His strength is no longer forced, but Ki Jalu is one of the swordsmen choose a match. He has a lot of experience in the martial world. Realizing his condition Ki jalu tried to save himself, the gap he got when the bulaha slammed hit by his kick. Ki jalu ran into a bush that grew lush on the coast. It hides under the roots of shrubs whose soil is notched quite deep, like a puddle.
seeing his enemy run away the bulaha mencak~cak and cursing while wagging his dagger on every bush looking for Ki Jalu.
On Raka's side while looking for an earring.
Raka arrived at the fallen tree where he threw himself yesterday afternoon amid the rain. What he was worried about had happened. The place was filled with water and mud.
*huh!
The grunt tone was upset he threw because An earring that he held to accompany his mind fell along with his sleepiness in the puddle near the fallen tree. He did not realize and forgot when he left the place when two fishermen came to torture him.
Raka used her 3rd natural eye to check the surrounding place because the rain and the roar of the wind that broke the water had splashed her eyes making her view blocked by bad weather. Not far from the place, Raka saw someone was shaking his hand on a bush while holding a kris. Raka looked at him calmly as the movement of the bulaha led to him while looking for Ki jalu.
* bastard son of a bitch you**m, I look at your face to make my problem even more chaotic!
Raka just quietly, her eyes did not release from the glare of the bulaha eyes. Got a gaze that he thought challenged the emotions of the bulaha.
* what are you looking at eh? Want to die you apparently.
Raka just remained calm not moving. found the calm was precisely a blaha look of emotion, Because the frustration had spread to the jellyfish bulaha flick his keris to the face of Raka which was only 1 meter away. Bulaha's attack escaped because Raka had moved away about 20 steps towards the beach as fast as lightning. Seeing the young man escape from his swipe was shocked.
"How could an attack of such close range encounter such an empty spot and the young man moved away from it so quickly"
bhatinnya.
* challenged you apparently
With a little run bulaha attacked Raka with a keris that slid flat. Raka avoided it lightly. but again the bulaha fluttered his hands across indeterminate direction to Raka's body like a drunk swordsman.
Raka did not want to serve the bulaha because For him the movement of the bulaha like not a martial person. By moving lightly and agile in the midst of heavy rain Raka just kelitelan interrupted knob keris blaha until the action they touch the beach lips have even been in sea water knee high.
Raka did not think with Bulaha's anger that seemed uncertain reason, the emotions of the village goons were like demonic possession.