The Musafir
Almost Dead!
KNOWING that the warriors decided to strike directly after the previous attack was unsuccessful, Mantingan immediately thought quickly.
For now, he has at least three options, each of which has its own advantages and disadvantages.
The first option was to flash forward and attack his enemies before they launched an attack. This can make him win faster and easier, because they do not recognize the sudden moves issued by him, at all, but on the other hand can also make him lose instantly if the enemy manages to read the moves.
The second option is to retreat and avoid enemy attacks. It is not difficult to escape from them if the Mantingan wants it, but it can have a bad impact in the future because the swordsmen's network has certainly been going to continue to hunt him down, that way he will no longer be able to live in Poor Kotaraja Settlement safely enough.
The last option is to stay in place. Not moving forward and not moving backward. Make his enemies give up because they are out of energy. But this strategy is like a double-edged knife, because it will be bad if the former Mantingan runs out of energy.
But before Mantingan could think of the best option he could take right now, only hundreds of small-sized shadows flashed toward the ten black shadow figures who intended to attack him.
Hundreds of small-sized shadow globules that if considered more carefully, it will look like the shape of the foliage. The Science of Hearing Dew Drops that can translate sound into form also shows it in such a way. Possibly ....
“Retreat!”
Not much thinking anymore, Mantingan immediately stomped his legs forcefully! His body shot backwards, dodging the thousands of flying blades that had darted to where he had stood earlier.
If the Mantingan still decides to defend or even go forward to attack, it will be impossible if his body is not sharpened by one or two poisonous knives that can lift his life in the blink of an eye. Absolutely insane!
Luckily the voice appeared just in time to warn him, so he was not at all too late to dart backwards. The mantan knows it very well, the voice came from Chitra Anggini!
The fight is not over yet. Thousands of flying leaves controlled by Chitra Anggini are still scattered in the night sky. Fending off the flying knives that were eyeing him behind the darkness. Hundreds of flames were created in just a blink of an eye. The clangs of metal clashing together at one time made it sound like the sound of a gong being hit hard.
Mantingan keep putting the horses with vigilance that is not playing its level. Only this time did he feel completely helpless before the enemy! The thousands of poisonous blades and needles that flashed at high speed was not something he could face!
Until in a few moments later, after more than a thousand exchanges of attacks between Chitra Anggini and the warriors, along with the perfect sunset; the fight is over.
No longer looks like a fire. No more sounding of metal. Dark and silent. Nothing else can be seen or heard except the void. It was so quiet that it felt so gripping.
“This is just a warning for you not to think of messing up here.” After the sound was heard, followed by the prowess that moved away. Both Mantingan and Chitra Anggini knew that chasing them was a very bad choice.
Soon, Chitra Anggini walks out of hiding. Approaching Mantingan. Indeed, before that girl hid behind the shadow of a shady tree on the edge of the road. For a magic controller like himself, appearing openly to an enemy was a foolish act that could bring about death.
“What happened?!” Mantingan quickly asked, surely because anything that had just happened just now was so unreasonable!
“They use magic to control those weapons,” reply Chitra Anggini also quickly, “just like me.”
“They also use magic to do that.” Chitra Anggini almost matched his answer earlier. “Magic displacement—they mastered that magic. All the weapons they used were actually elsewhere, but then moved very quickly into their hands.” Chitra Anggini then pointed at the surroundings. “Look, their weapons are no longer here.”
Mantang rubbed his face. It looks very musykil. “How can there be such magic ...”
Lunglai. Fall off. Be together. He feels defeated. If it wasn't for Chitra Anggini, he would have died by now. Remaining bodies with skin snoring and foaming mouth due to ferocious poison. But how fate still gives him a chance to live.
Mantingan glanced at Chitra Anggini who was astonishedly standing before him.
“You okay, Mantingan?” Chitra Anggini felt that something was wrong, because he did not usually see a swordsman struggling helplessly just because he knew he had escaped death.
But soon after, Mantingan stood up and hugged Chitra Anggini. So tight, like nothing else can get any tighter than that.
Chitra Anggini, of course, pegged in his place. How completely he did not expect that the Mantingan would hug him all of a sudden! So that he did not return the hug. It only fell silent, and indeed it was completely silent like a statue.
“I'm dead, Chitra. I'm already dead. I'm dead ...” Mantingan muttered a repetitive sentence.
“No, you're alive. Your heart is still beating, your breath is still blowing!” Chitra Anggini whispered sternly. Of course in Mantingan's embrace, he could feel the beating of the young man's heart banging against his chest; he could also feel the sound of the young man's breath tickling his neck. Isn't it with all that, Mantingan is clearly still alive?
“No! I'm dead already. It's just that without you, I'd be lying in a carcass. I feel like I've died no matter how.” Mantingan remove his embrace. Now looking at Chitra Anggini while holding both shoulders of the girl. “Chitra, your debt to me can be considered complete. You don't have to feel like you have to pay anymore. Complete all! Now go, go on the adventure you want. Go north, meet the civilization called Kutai. Fulfill your heart's call. No need to bother me here, no need you also feel burdened by taking care of myself.”
Chitra Anggini breathes both arms of Mantingan. Staring directly at his eyes with a very sharp.
“What are you staring at, Chitra? What are you waiting for? Go, before it's too late. Very dangerous here!”
“I'll stay here!” Chitra Anggini half yelled. “If all this time you think I just want to return the favor, then you are wrong! Do you forget that we are traveling companions? I am not your servant, and you are not my servant. No one can help without receiving help. Don't you remember that those are your own words you once gave me?”
The sky gave off thunder. One-two points of water glide. Hit the ground, fully absorbed. Other water points followed. To be hundreds, then thousands, then millions. Lightning flashes. But none of them managed to shake the two young men who stood firm while looking at each other.
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Drama again, drama again. Not fiction if there is no drama.
Episodes of the month: 10/40
