The Thousand Mask Warrior

Stranger

Almira was just standing about to enter the house when a male figure barged into the courtyard. “I have to meet Nyai Almira. Don't try to stop me, you bastard!” exclaim that figure.

The two guards who had only crossed their spears in front did not expect that the person was reckless to break through the spear beam and jump straight into the courtyard.

The unidentified figure was slightly stocky, somewhat similar to Jaka Pasirluhur, but his facial features were rougher as well as his darker skin. His head was wrapped in indigo-colored cloth. He draped a piece of cloth over his chest, while the lower part of his body was covered in sheer trousers of bright red legs. It clearly saw a sharp weapon blade hanging on his left waist.

“Bigger! Intruders! Get ready! Stamp him, don't get in!” exclaim the guards.

Inevitably the guard soldiers of the court immediately flocked to come running to attack the stranger by thrusting their spears without the need for cueing or warning again, because the person shows unfriendly behavior even tends to be threatening and dangerous.

“You're looking to die for all of you, huh? No need for me to pull out my Blambangan faux sword. With just a slap you will all be in modar!” exclaim the figure.

His arrogant words turned out to be no lie. His thick but tenacious body was also so flexible and nimble. The puncture of the soldier intended specifically to kill him can be avoided with a long-long movement. Two stabs passed through his chest and waist. He turned his body and approached the attackers. With no big mouth, the figure used his palm to slap the attacker. His right hand floated right in the face of one soldier, while his left hand slapped the opponent's chest.

Two soldiers jolted and collapsed to the ground. Both of them clearly felt the puyeng and spicy and hot on the part of the body that was slapped.

Some others also directly advanced to gang up on the uninvited guest. “Still reckless to all of you, heh? Here I give another valuable lesson for all of you so that you can remember during life,” exclaimed the unknown figure again.

It was certain that the man was a warrior. Not a swordsman or market champion, but a swordsman who may have a nickname so great and his magic. His body movements are so fast and long, contrary to his stocky body and seems heavy to move normally.

He advanced and retreated away dodging from the sharp glistening spear-eye attack. Both hands were slapping the air as a form of fireworks to outwit the enemy and used to repel enemy attacks as well.

The other soldiers were now able to learn directly from their two friends who were exposed to the slap of the opponent. So they lifted the shield up high up to the chest. Sure enough, the figure brushed away the spear that was aimed at him with the palm of his hand or the back of his arm then scattered forward with, again, attacking the soldiers with his palm.

One soldier away from the battle field. He realized that merely gnawing at the enemy would not pay off. This person has at least a level or even a little above their leadership, namely Jaka Pasirluhur. The problem is, the leader is not in place, there is no chance to think of any help. After all, now this small army was given to him. The duties and responsibilities of leading the army and guarding the Nyai have been laid upon him.

The warrior-leader grabs the spear and weighs his plan. He ordered some of the soldiers behind him who were about to take part in the battle to retreat. “You should take care of Nyai. Defenceman. If you have to, immediately take Nyai away from here!” his orders.

Naturally, the orders of these main warriors were directly followed and executed by the others.

When the situation was right, the leader of the guard group took a step forward quickly and then launched his spear shaft towards the stranger.

At that time, his friends had already fallen and rolled on the ground. Throwing the spear was the appropriate time.

The long spear shaft rippled through the air ready to plunge towards the opponent.

PRAK!

A loud crunching sound rang out.

The soft sword had been pulled out of its war. The unknown figure smeared the wooden spear with the speed and strength of a swordsman. The spear did not break in two, but it had cracked badly and was thrown to the ground.

“Backed! You really want to kill me! I had to get rid of this badass. Now, blood must be spilled!” he was full of anger.