The Musafir

The Two Remaining Spells

"Uncle Bala, just put Uncle's daughter sitting leaning against the wall. We have to finish the spells of the two remaining magic spells."

UNCLE BALA without lingering again put his daughter in a state of sitting upright leaning against the wall of the room. Then he walked back to the side of Mantingan. The wound caused by the impact had still not disappeared completely.

“Uncle, they're off guard. We have to move fast,” Mantingan said still in the Science of Whispering Wind. “Currently, let's put together a second magic ejection.”

Before the enemy could take action, the hands of Mantingan and Uncle Bala had flashed rapidly uniting the Magic Throw in their hands. Once again, thousands of luminous characters scatter, flying upward before merging and joining with the characters that were created earlier.

That was when the enemy flashed, eyeing the Spell and Uncle Bala. Since it was extremely impossible for them to damage the two characters hovering above, it really took skill and complexity to break the spell of the Dragon Skip Storm.

Everything happened so fast. As has been said, the Mantingan will withstand the enemy's attack while Uncle Bala will write down his part.

But before Mantingan darted to welcome the enemy, he had first papas roof poison in the coffers of Uncle Bala. Indeed he apologized in his mind to Uncle Bala, for being so disrespectful.

Then Mantingan drove. During the hovering, the young man opened the lid of the poison. Throwing a bit of poison water forward, pierced by the Sword of the Kiai Kedai, be that sword coated in deadly poison liquid.

The exchange of attacks took place in the air. Flashes are splashed when two weapons collide. The flashes of light were becoming more and more so, a sign of the exchange of attacks increasing. The sheer intensity of the shadows and the boisterous wind within the room further added to the tension.

Uncle Bala still continued to dwell on the spell he was making. The final spell, or the third spell, was not something that was easy to make. It took longer than the previous two spells. Thus, the Mantingan had formulated a plan so that the two of them could successfully refine the Dragon Splitting Storm magic spell.

A loud clinking sound was created. The flames that sprinkled were no longer small sparks, but rather explosions. A mantle emerged from the air and landed on the floor with its legs dragged. His two opponents also landed the same way.

Mantingan. Several times he had to endure a powerful attack, which resulted in the control on his breath being lost. Had he not practiced how to regulate breathing, then winning against his three enemies was not something to be expected.

When Mantingan faced an invisible fight earlier, he found that his three enemies did not intend to kill him directly. His enemies really intended to take pleasure from the suffering of Mantingan, seen from the attack that only targeted the legs and hands of Mantingan.

The mantel took a deep breath once again. His feet were tight. His body flashed forward again. And it happened just like it did before.

While the Mantin still continued to dabble in the risky fight, Uncle Bala was about to complete the Dragon Splitting Storm Spell. However, the dozens of blades flying from the battle circle suddenly just shot out rapidly towards him. Uncle Bala realized it from the sound of wind friction being heard.

Uncle Bala could not escape. There was his daughter right behind his back. If Uncle Bala dodged, then the dozens of flying knives would rain down on his daughter's body. Of course his daughter could not avoid it, Uncle Bala did not have time to take off his tootos.

So based on the considerations he decided on in a short period of time, Uncle Bala took off the Magic Throw in his hand and took the machete on his waist. He flicked his machete, smashed at him all the flying knives. Not a single flying blade pierced through the defense.

The mantan who saw that could only sigh softly. He agreed Uncle Bala's actions were the right move. However, he remained worried about not being able to hold back the enemy any longer. His own mantle had several times nearly been blown away by the enemy's flakes.

“Uncle, this time I ask hurry!” The mantan sent whispers of wind at Uncle Bala on the sidelines of the fight, reciprocated with a nod.

After taking out a new Magic Throw, Uncle Bala re-wrote the Dragon Splitting Storm spell. Writing the spell this time took place a little easier and could be accelerated, because Uncle Bala just did the same thing he did today.

The Mantin desperately faced the attacks of three enemies who attacked him in all directions. The mantle continued to curl its body. Luckily the sword he had was pliable, a single swing could fend off two attacks.

Just like Uncle Bala, the work that Mantingan is doing right now is not a light job. Not a difficult job. It's a very, very difficult job. Dangerous; life threatening. The blink of an eye can lead him to death.

Justright. A barrage from the top of Mantingan's head made the young man subconsciously duck in the air. However, unexpectedly, came an attack from under his feet. The mantle pulls his legs slightly upwards and tilts his body. Two attacks from above and below were avoided, but Mantingan forgot that there was still an attack from his side.

The current state of the Mantingan did not allow to re-dodge. No doubt, a kerambit targeted his wrist. The mantle can still be aware of the attack and as soon as possible pull the enemy's targeted wrist.

Just a little late. Just one eye. The mantle will lose its right arm. Disconnect without being able to reattach. The mantan can still dodge at almost the right time. Why is it said almost exactly? Because, the right hand arm Mantingan still sliced the tip of the kerambit blade.

It's not a big wound. Not a deep wound either. However, the danger does not lie in how big the wound is. It's about how much poison gets through the wound.

Kerambit that slices the skin Mantian is not an ordinary kerambit. Just like the Kiai Kedai Sword which was currently drenched in poison, the enemy's kerambit was also coated in poison which was of a higher level of danger.

The coat pulls his hair tie. Still hovering in the air, Mantingan tied his hairband to his wrist. That's the best anticipation one can make for the time being.

Only able to wheel alone, Mantingan again focused all his attention on the enemy. They're still attacking. The mantan must put aside the affairs of the poison that began to encroach on his body.

***

“Please, work.”

Uncle Bala encountered a new problem when the magic spell he had finished did not show any good signs. No light on the characters above the lontar. A sign that spell-making has only reached failure.