The Thousand Mask Warrior

A Very Horrible Figure

Khaung and Sovarannith go on a rampage. Dha and dav roar like a group of bees ready to sting. No matter how aware they were of the fact that they were facing this extremely formidable warrior, the self-esteem of being injured from having just been hit with two rattan sticks, was not something to be taught. Jayaseta should have killed them immediately with a daab that he just stuck on the ground, they thought.

However, it was Jayaseta's goal, to play them, to seek explanation and clarity from their own mouths while learning the enemy's moves.

It has been up to six times sabetan both from Khaung and Sovarannith. Jayaseta deliberately fended off their swords and brushed off with the flexible rattan blade. The second attack by the Burmese and Khmer warrior robbers, although not too great, is still quite dangerous. Moreover, both of them were being possessed by overwhelming anger.

Sovarannith had similar moves to Muay Boran, or the Tomoi silat known to Jayaseta first, only instead of using bare hands, the moves were applied to the use of weapons.

Jayaseta has to curl up and twist the body of each dav being deflected towards him. The rattan is slapped to the side of the opponent's sword to pat it. Sovarannith felt his constant attack was mental. His fingers tingled because the faster he shook his dav, the faster Jayaseta fended off.

Khaung slashed with long-long hand movements, unlike Sovarannith which was short and tended to curl. Jayaseta covers her body with the movements of her Jurorless Style by melting the Kali Bisaya and adjusting to the needs. Khaung attacks are equally barren, although both apply a similar but core different style.

Jayaseta's two hands worked equally well, the opponent's six strikes were brushed aside well. He remembered that Kali Bisaya is very useful in combat when the enemy is increasingly attacking. Now he has kept his distance to lure the enemy back to attack.

Khaung raised one leg, then slid towards Jayaseta, followed by Sovarannith behind him.

The dha in Khaung's right hand slashed down trying to split Jayaseta's headstone. The one who was attacked dismissed the attack by fusing the two rods together.

Khaung thought that Jayaseta's defense was open because both of his arms were used to pull off a single stroke. So he set his right foot towards the side of the enemy's stomach and planned to close this attack by slashing his left sword.

But he was completely wrong. Jayaseta plays the Kali Bisaya style with a variety of blended styles that have been united. Khaung's leg was restrained by Jayaseta's raised knee, while his left hand was slashed by both rattan sticks. Khaung oreng and lost balance so when he seemed to want to fall, still trying to attack.

Jayaseta turns both of his arms around, buttoning Khaung's arms and jerking him hard by utilizing both rattan as a locking device.

Dha slipped out of his left hand.

THE PLAQUE! THE PLAQUE! THE PLAQUE!

Before he could get back to his senses, Jayaseta had already poked his heart and grabbed the right hand that was holding the dha with a pair of bread and once again locked it. With a complicated style and having to go through talent or hard training, Jayaseta turns the lockdown so that Khaung slammed and crashed into the earth. His dha was released, thrown far away, while he himself could not move because of the pain that attacked his entire body due to the slam earlier.

Sovarannith jumped high and saw her double dav cross.

Jayaseta retreated and rolled back. Dav's tip was just a little off his face.

Sovarannith cried out loudly and went back to hunting Jayaseta. Seeing his partner has been successfully stripped and conquered even more makes him eager to beat Jayaseta.

His short-lived manager became faster than Khaung. Only, to reach the target, he must move quickly and glide far.

Jayaseta who feels the enemy is hunted by lust accidentally follows the plot of the battle of Sovarannith. Instead of retreating, he stepped forward. The two rotates swirled in front like an umbrella. He accidentally slashed both rattan and banged them into both davs.

PRAK! PRAK! PRAK!

Unlike swords where metal collides with each other will produce a chipped blade, a pliable rattan is not easily tarpasas. Instead, his flexibility resulted in the rattan tips slapping fingers, books, backs and wrists of Sovarannith every two types of weapons clashed.

Sovarannith roared furiously at the feeling of being possessed by an opponent and being bullied by a pair of rattan sticks. He increasingly rampaged to shake his two dav crossed then slashed forward thrusting his knee.

Damn it to Sovarannith. The empty air he got, while the pain ran through the back of his head. But for a moment, because after that, he felt nothing more. The head of the back was shattered by the rigors of the rattan rod blow. His life cannot be helped.

Khaung gasped at this incident. He was sitting with a body that felt broken.

"You killed Sovarannith, Jayaseta! Didn't you want us to tell you everything so you replaced your daab with two rattan rattan sticks?" khaung said in disbelief.

Jayaseta stood in front of him. The wind waved the tail of the cloth covering his mouth. "I don't need him. You're the one who speaks Malay."

Khaung. He did not expect the cold figure behind the mouth cover to turn into a very terrible figure.