The Thousand Mask Warrior

Mandalas

A pair of flying secret blades quickly cut through the air towards two different targets. Jayaseta is forced to call off his attack on the remaining pirates and plunge to avoid two secret weapons that are speeding towards him. The two knives went through the trees behind Jayaseta.

Jayaseta stood with low horses. The orange light slowly illuminated, breaking the curtain of darkness and darkness of the world. The remaining pirates and Lam themselves slowly but surely even with just a little help of light, can see the shape of the body of their fierce opponents.

Jayaseta, dressed in Malay-Javanese-style pants, was bare-chested and wearing a Thai tribal war mask, a thin gray steel. They found nothing and no one behind the figure. This means, really the masked person from earlier worked alone. He killed the pirates quickly and unnoticed. Knowing this fact made the rest of the Champa pirates horrified themselves.

Jayaseta opened both eyes. Suffice to fight by utilizing all the senses except his eyes. Now that the sun was slowly coming out of his contest, it was time to battle naturally.

He looked at the figure on the background of the orange light. Obviously his two attacks were still fruitless. If indeed this masked swordsman is true Jayaseta the Swordsman of the Thousand Masks, he must admit that the big name of the person is not a mere figment, Inner Lam. He returned to his belt.

"Prepare the rest of your weaponry and grab your shields again. Do it!" lam's orders to his subordinates. The rest of the Champa pirates looked doubtfully at Latam. They were also previously ordered to stand by his side but still one by one fell quickly. Now, Lam wants to ask them to do the same, of course they think again.

They are aware of their doubts. "You guys are the problem. I told you not to recklessly attack that guy. After all, the shield he seized was a round shield, not a long one. You have more to gain by protecting yourself with a long shield. Do something immediately I said!" lam's orders.

The disobedience of Lam's subordinates is due to habit and reasonable thought. In addition to the members of the New World having an unusual way of choosing the leader of each group, since a long time ago, the Champa people also have their own confidence in leadership.

Understandably, when Lam had to show his prowess again in order to be obeyed by his orders.

"You didn't get your gun out soon, Lam? Don't play with knives. There may be none of us left," said one of the subordinates.

"The person we're dealing with is in fact the swordsman himself. He is the Thousand Mask Swordsman. I can't be reckless against him. Don't let him understand my abilities and weapons. I'll use it at the right time. He can't be fought with our silat and fighting abilities. It's too fast and great. We need to be smarter than him. Therefore, quickly pick up your weapons and shields!" lam's orders once again.

Without waiting for any more cue, the remaining pirates of the six men immediately dashed quickly to grab their scattered spears and shields. Now that dawn had begun to come and the rays had begun to shine, they could already see a little more clearly where the weapons were and where they were.

Jayaseta was still watching the movements of his enemies. He knew the knife thrower had not had time to give his best ability. But he also had to admit that his opponent was an intelligent swordsman, where he avoided direct one-on-one combat. He seems to be planning a war.

Now, after the six Champa pirates held back their spears and shields, Lam asked them to enter the war title of throwing javelins. "Remember well. We're the pirates that happened on the ship. Pelt the enemy with a javelin is our greatness. Prepare yourself and listen carefully to me!" Lautul Latjum.