The Thousand Mask Warrior
Battle of the Second Part - Brothers
A pair of Punyan eyes that glared wildly became suddenly shady in order to see the wife, Kumang, sneaking behind the building coupled with his younger brother, Jipen.
The views of the couple are mixed. It's just that Punyan misinterpreted his wife's sparkling gaze as a relief from being able to meet the husband.
Kumang himself had grasped a lie that he hid behind his body. His smile was fluffy, a cheap trick but still always appropriate.
Unfortunately not so with Jipen. From the beginning Punyan always understood that there was a burning ember inside the young man's chest. As a slave, even embodied in his name, Jipen, the young man could not deny the hatred, revenge and murder that always lit up in his chest.
That sense of flames loomed over his two eyes, even too visible this time. Punyan caught him.
As Punyan drew closer to them, his body muscles stretched out in alarm. Punyan was not wrong; Jipen grasped a machete that had been sharpened and used for years by him. The grips and the shape of the blade had fused as part of the elongation of his hand.
Kumang shouted as his younger brother released his grip on his hand suddenly and leapt so high attacking Punyan. Not because the husband was attacked by his own biological sister, but more because of fear that the Punyan killing plan can fail because Jipen is too hunted.
***
Jayaseta runs fast, even using her body-lightening ability to get through obstacles on the way.
In the middle of the village he met with a group of soldiers who flocked to the front line. Jayaseta paused for a moment. "We were tricked, they attacked the back of the village!" jayaseta said quickly.
The soldiers stop and clingak-clinguk. They knew that the figure behind the mask was Jayaseta, but could not really decide to listen or ignore the warrior's words, because they had previously been in a row to decide what to do, and the decision was to concentrate the number of troops to the front line.
Jayaseta couldn't hold back their confusion for too long. He immediately ran away leaving the troops.
***
Yulgok saw about five fully dressed soldiers running towards him.
"Chih ... Just this one that was sent?" he spit on the ground.
"Either is this plan too good, or are these people underestimating our power?" he continued clearly more to himself.
Yulgok immediately blocked their path. Jingum is clasped to the right, and the short do Power to his left. Both of his arms were stretched open, defiant.
The five Power warriors were no longer waiting to linger. The cries of war echoed modestly as the enemy single-handedly defied death.
"Yaw!!"
***
Dara Cempaka felt her head so heavy, her face wet by the viscous liquid ... Bloods.
His body was dropped just like that on the ground. The pain spreads throughout the bones and nerves.
He was then dragged again and leaned against a tree.
Slowly his sense of hearing and sight recovered slowly. He heard the moans and shouts of women and children.
Bodies were strewn, fire and smoke were burning down some buildings. Where are the soldiers of this village? Her thought. Lau, Jayaseta, Punyan, Temenggung Bear?
He could not move, because when he realized he only understood that his body was tied to a large tree trunk with several other women who were crying in fear.
***
When a villager fled up the hill almost hit by a javelin throw by one of the four warriors of Daya Biaju who were chasing him, there was an unknown figure leaping down at an incredible speed.
The figure ran down the hill, jumping uprooted trees, rocks and grass so easily.
The four soldiers were caught off guard, because they thought they were the hunters so they did not notice a true hunter had appeared.
The sound of small brass bells clanking loudly. The two soldiers only saw the necklace with the claw of a bear worn by a figure with both bare hands piercing through their chest and pulling the heart that was still beating out of its sockets from their hollow chests.
The figure threw out the two hearts that were still so red with blood just like that. He approached one of the soldiers who had become a corpse, took and pulled the do from the side of the dead soldier's body and threw it quickly towards the two soldiers who decided to retreat.
That blade of do flew away like it had its own life and will. One soldier tripped over a tree root and fell rolling down from the top of a hill, but that saved him. Because, his partner had to lose his head was struck by the flying do.
The Power Soldier who had survived woke up and saw clearly that the flying do was attacking him and his companion, now returning to the bloody hands of the small-bodied figure with the clanking of bells on his anklets and clothes.
Temenggung Bears jumped down again hunting one remaining victim who was still trying to avoid a direct fight with the old but scary figure.
***
Jipen slashed through the empty air using his machete. Punyan had already rolled aside because he could read the flames blazing in Jipen's eyes.
"You shouldn't hold that grudge, Jipen. I tried to treat you well. I've even tried to raise your status in the most honorable way, marrying Kumang" Punyan said.
"You and the people of this village slaughtered my family and kidnapped me. By marrying my sister, do you think you can take away all your sins, heh, Punyan?!" Jipen Reply. His naked body, wearing only a piece of loincloth, was drenched in sweat. He plays his machete like he plays a do. Both of his legs were on tiptoes in a warhorse.
Punyan watched him well and at that time he realized that Jipen had been able to fight because he imitated kinyah horses trained every day to the soldiers by him and Temenggung Bear.
"This is the rule of the world in which we live, Jipen. I've broken many of those rules, including making you able to live the day with more respect from a jeepen and facilitate your work" Punyan said.
These words even make Jipen laugh insultingly, "Bede*that you are Punyan. You can stand behind that pretentious and generous behavior. But the fact that you took us from our own villages, communities and families, is already a compelling reason to behead you!" with the anger already mounting, Jipen again attacked Punyan.
Two cross slashes hit Punyan who applied the Bangkui Sakti steps to avoid Jipen attack.
"Don't force me to hurt you, Jipen. Your brother is my wife, we are brothers!"
But Punyan's words were not at all understood by Jipen. He even roared back and targeted Punyan's neck with his machete.
Punyan retreated back and rolled back, away from the attacking distance of Jipen.
Punyan looked at his wife's face which looked surprised and confused. He also saw a puff of smoke behind the village, under the hill there. Some enemy soldiers were still fighting their village soldiers. Indeed, the number of attackers this time can still be faced, but he is sure that the enemy must find a terrible plan for his village.
Then he must decide immediately. He could not linger against a jeepen and play with feelings, whereas he knew his village was on fire and under attack.
He looked at his wife's face again. "I'm sorry, Kumang. There's nothing I can do" he murmured to himself.
When Jipen attacked again, Punyan had already rushed forward. Do her snatch Jipen right in her stomach.
SRETT!
The cut drained blood from the wound on the stomach of a jeepen.
Jipen.
"I beg you once more. Stop attacking me and we can treat that wound" Punyan said.
Kumang. His jaw clenched hard and his grip on the dohong handle also tightened until his palm hurt.
Jipen screamed loudly and raged like a wounded bull.
He snatched, slashed and smashed towards Punyan as hard and fast as he could. Until the sixth slash Punyan tried to avoid, he finally had to do something so that the angry Jipen attack did not end up hurting him.
Punyan lowered his head so low and like a frog he puffed up while shaking his do up straight sideways.
TRANGS!!
The sound of metal was clearly heard. Sparks of fire due to do and war collide clearly in Kumang's eyes, including the end of a machete fault and the head of his younger brother rolling on the ground.
The mums screamed without a sound. The palm of his hand that grasped the handle of the bloody dohong due to the strength of the squeeze.
