The Thousand Mask Warrior

Rope Seutas

“Prevent him!” sumer Sudiamara. In one breath, everyone was mistaken. The soldiers, even Koncar thought that the opponent had given up losing and wanted to run away. However, Sudiamara had already understood Kesanga's words and guessed his way of thinking. The enemy never retreated, never retreated in any of his attacks. Kesanga may be cunning, full of plans, but the swordsman is not a coward. “Important my goal is finished today,” Kesanga utterances ring in Sudiamara's ears.

Kesanga spurred his horse, kicked the soldiers and raised both front legs of his horse high.

“Concar! Hold him!” sumer Sudiamara.

Koncar who was initially still confused can immediately be aware when he saw that some of his subordinates were attacked by the swordsman who was already on the saddle of the horse. If indeed Kesanga intended to escape, he just left and away from the arena of battle. Real horses carried him through the group of soldiers after previously jumping as high as the Sudiamara.

Koncar was ready to hit the horse with a shield and maybe just stab him with a dagger that he held. Kesanga had also missed his main weapon, the long whip he used. Kesanga was no longer armed. On horseback, it is obligatory to use long weapons such as spears or long, curved swords better, such as swords from Arab and Persian lands.

Koncar shouted loudly and was ready to smash the horse's body from the side with his shield.

Koncar's body was lifted into the air and thrown into his fellow soldiers.

It was unexpected that Kesanga had pulled out another weapon from behind her waist. Not a whip, whip or whip, but just a rope of straw. Similar to him using a whip, a piece of rope was crushed so that it twisted Koncar's legs. Once jolted, using his inner strength and martial ability, Koncar who could not guess and guess at his attack, was thrown away from the horse track driven by Kesanga.

“Stat! I asked you to hold him, Koncar. He's heading home. He's after your Nyai, Almira!” suwan Sudiamara sounded so anxious.

He ran as fast as he could. All the energy in directed to the legs so that his body jumped and jumped high and far chasing towards the departure of Kesanga. The other soldiers were flung and fought to be able to chase the horse that left the dust on the night that was illuminated by the oil lamp and torch.

There were four soldiers at the door of Almira's house. Three more are inside, next to Almira.

Kesanga jumped down from her horse. He no longer plays and dabbles or just tests his own silat skills. He harnessed his immunity to fend off the sword attacks of the guards with his bare hands. Then use the rope he holds to lock the enemy to then slam him. Whipping the soldiers and beating them with forgetfulness, fists and again lashes. In three moves and a few moves, the enemy is in a mess.

Kesanga even used her fingers on her left hand that did not hold a rope to grab the soldier's hair, then stomped it to the ground, or clawed at the face to then push it hard. The shouting in front of the house was finished with the fallen soldiers.

Kesanga jumped into the house as the soldiers and Sudiamara ran towards her.

Inside the house, Kesanga welcomes every spear and slashes the sword with her body. No longer avoiding. He wrapped the rope around the opponent's waist and then exerted his strength in a jerk and threw it into the brick wall until the soldier was unconscious lying outside.

The other two were easily attacked by Kesanga. The moves are no longer done in an orderly manner. He hit the chromo, hit it hard, kicked it rough and dug it up like a wounded bull. His hard body was indeed the target of stabbing and stabbing. He had to not budge because he was thrown here and there too. But that's nothing, he wasn't hurt. His skin is not torn and scratched at all. So he could roll like a ball of fire falling from a volcano.

“Almira, come here. I'll finish fast so as not to make you tormented!” kesanga.

Almira stood in front of Kesanga. He held his belly while the other hand was behind. Almira's face showed no fear, perhaps anxiety, but not the fear of death.

“Well, I'm glad you're ready for death. I will not apologize for having to take your son with me,” Kesanga said in a hurry. He did not want this task again disturbed by Sudiamara and other soldiers. Honestly, although he was not worried about his life, but he was exhausted. He was not really a warrior who could afford and used to fight for a long and long time. That's right what Sudiamara said. Kesanga is not a type of swordsman who is good at playing the style. If not

because of his science, maybe he could not last long against the enemy's wobble. There was nothing else he needed to prove to himself or anyone else. That was why all his fights were resolved quickly.

Kesanga looked around, then picked up a sword. Without speaking again he quickly advanced to behead Almira.

THE CTAR!

Jerky jolts. The blade of the sword fell from his hand and clinked on the floor. Kesanga saw the bloody wound on her hand in disbelief.

THE CTAR!

Kesanga fell. His face hit the floor and it hurt. His back was bleeding too.

Kesanga tried to stand up with great difficulty, but such strength was absorbed out of her body. He could not even hold a rope that was used as a weapon in his right hand. The rope slipped out of his grasp.

When Kesanga began to successfully stand up unsteadily and shaken, she saw Almira holding a whip in her right hand.

“This is a whip belonging to abah, Kakang Kesanga. Kakang may be surprised and did not expect that I still remember when kakang learned the science of whipping from abah. Kakang also did not know that this whip was made from the skin of an elephant, not a bull or cow. That's the source of the weakness, isn't it? Abah told me first. Abah told me about Kesanga's leg which told him about his weakness and thought he wouldn't really make a whip out of an elephant's skin. I'm sorry, sis. Science lost all,” said Almira.

Without any reply, Kesanga who already looked full of anger and despair was still about to approach the attack towards Almira.

THE CTAR!

Once again Almira smashed the whip right in Kesanga's face. The swordsman slammed to the side and collapsed onto the floor. His face was cut with a bloody wound. His breath was still there, though he was unconscious. But clearly, not only did the immune science vanish from his body, even his silat ability and inner strength were no longer left.