The Thousand Mask Warrior

First Victim

The horse's hoop is heard with its clatter that brings the silence of the night. The soldiers were preparing to welcome what was coming before them. The bow stretched, the arrow stretched. The soldiers of the guardians of Almira's residence were at a visible point, and instead hid in the corners of certain walls. They were asked to focus their attention on the front gate. Koncar initially refused Sudiamara's request and orders in fact. He still felt that they still needed a backup plan when Kesanga and two of his followers would attack from the corner and the other side of the building to deceive or deceive the guards.

Sudiamara. “You don't understand anything about Kesanga. I've told you many times that Kesanga was the most arrogant warrior I've ever known. He was laughing, although that doesn't mean he's stupid. He wants the world to see him from the front, at the same time he does not want to face the opponent just like a fool and reckless. He still needs a plan. Coincidentally he does include smart.”

“So, you mean we have to foolishly guard the archway and wait for it to come with an outstretched bow, and hope it doesn't know what we're going to do? Why is it the longer you praise that guy?” koncar disagreed.

“You heard I didn't, Koncar? Kesanga is not stupid. I don't know what or how he got in through the front door or through the main archway. That's what we have to investigate. But with my life, I guarantee Kesanga and his two slaves will enter through the gate,” reply Sudiamara pointed straight towards the gate that was illuminated by torchlight.

The night had been getting late as two soldiers clamoring reported that there were three horses with passengers on them speeding towards the residential building occupied by Almira.

The time has come for blood to be shed.

“Get your attention. Focus on the gate!” command Koncar while running to and fro with his spear and shield.

A horse through the night. The wind that was exhaled from the horse's run hit the torch, making it sway wildly.

“Seraaang!” koncar shouted giving orders.

Dozens of darting arrows continued with the second arrow shot of each soldier who had released the first arrow. The whirring of the arrows that were speeding through the air stuck into the innocent horse's body. His eyes, head, back, thighs and legs were showered with arrows. The four-legged beast jolted down violently, rolling several times before then twitching to death.

No one was on the saddle.

The second horse came in. The circle and the clutter back made the soldiers who were originally stunned to see the scene in front of him now look back.

“Serangggg!” again Koncar's command call occurs as a form of his shortness instinct.

Again dozens of arrows stuck in the flesh of a horse without a slumbering rider died in vain. Dozens of arrows had been released without success until they heard the third horse neigh. The arrow almost slipped out of the gandewa when all eyes again saw nothing in the saddle.

The horse continued to run towards the soldiers who began to loosen its grip on the bow. When the soldiers woke up, it was too late.

There was an unknown figure hanging under the horse. So quickly the figure rolled over, releasing whips and whipping them from a considerable distance.

THE CTAR!

THE CTAR!

The tip of the whip hit the face, twisting the neck and dropping their gandewa. The figure was also able to play the distance moves so that each shot can not be reciprocated with a close attack or arrow shot. The guard soldiers fell, rolled, even some gasped and fell.

Koncar raised his spear and shield and exclaimed to the guard soldiers who were behind him to help the soldiers. Two soldiers had run straight towards the fallen archer soldiers being whipped, but Koncar's shoulder was held by Sudiamara. “Don't be fooled, Koncar. Survive!” yells.

Koncar and some of the soldiers who heard Sudiamara prevent their departure suddenly stopped and undo their actions. Sure enough, the two scribbled figures were suddenly in the courtyard when all eyes were on the last horse that entered and the chaos that occurred due to the attack of the figure to the archers.

The two scribbled warriors ran fast and moved agilely. Their faces were covered in the darkness of the night. Cemeti has been caned disperse the soldiers.

“Throw your spears! Raise the shield and face the opponent!” koncar exclaimed knowing that his army had split and split into two.

“Concar, you face the man who attacked the archers. I'm not sure it's the real Kesanga. But we do not know at all which is the original because that is the usefulness of two subordinates. What is clear, the archer troops have been really difficult because they did not expect to be attacked and did not have time to reply to the attack,” said Sudiamara.

Koncar no longer nodded and roared directly at the subordinates of his archer soldiers.

Sudiamara pulled out Blambangan's soft sword and moved quickly though not roaring as fast as Koncar. He still paid close attention to both of his opponents there.

Two scribe warriors twirled their whips like the wind*****pick, like a whirlwind. When the soldiers attacked, one swordsman slashed his attack, smashing the opponent's face, shoulders and back in one shot. When the other soldier wants to try from one side different, it is the turn of the swordsman who twirls his whimper to make an attack. In essence, the two warriors fill each other with these paired moves.

“Stat! We just throw this spear like Koncar commands,” said one of the soldiers.

Sudiamara heard it and shouted loudly, “Don't throw your spears! Keep your distance!”

Be late. One spear had already been unleashed and shot sharply towards the target. Two warriors who used whips like an impenetrable fortress wrapped the spear rods thrown at them, then with a single jolt twisted the body and threw the spear rods back at the thrower.

The whirring of the spear rod instead exceeded the speed he had thrown before. The tip of the weapon taper through the esophagus of the soldier who threw it earlier. His body was resting on a lifeless earth. His head was lifted because it was propped up by a spear that stuck on the ground through his neck.

The first death toll from Almira. Blood pooled in the courtyard of the Nyai's house.

Sudiamara spat on the ground, then ran as fast as the wind to the center of the battle. His stocky body was jumping around in a gesture that made no sense to a male with such a body shape. Apparently Sudiamara used his inner energy and his body's lightening moves to make his movements float as light as cotton.

“Kesanga! Where're you? Don't be a coward. I'm here to be ready for you to face. Which Nine New World Swordsman deserves the darkest swordsman?” challenge Sudiamara.