The Thousand Mask Warrior

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Narendra looked at the unconscious Sasangka and Jayaseta and then looked at Katilapan. "We need to get them to get help as soon as possible. For that we must quickly kill that bastard."

"Where are the others?" said a soft bed under his breath.

"We can't think of them in the meantime. We must focus our attention on killing him" replied Narendra.

The wind is blowing hard on this hill. Wiggling bamboo sticks that rub against each other.

Pratiwi did not smile at all this time. There was no naughty look, spoiled sweet water or cheerful feeling drawn on his face. Like there is a murder into a robe of his body especially for the sake of seeing the idol of the heart lying weak helpless.

It felt like Pratiwi wanted to blame the world for putting him in this state. He was angry and fed up with everything. The desire to kill the two lashings that hindered his association with Jayaseta and the opportunity to treat the man he considered to be his lover became so great.

Narendra grasped his trident-eyed spear in his right hand, while his left hand picked up something he hung on his back. A Mataram-style shield made of blanden iron with the addition of brass nails.

The size is actually quite large, but it is appropriate for soldiers who use spear weapons.

There were actually several types of shields or shields used by the soldiers in the various kingdoms in the archipelago. For example in the kingdom of Cerbon, known wooden shields, rattan and rattan shields with a mixture of leather.

Wooden shields were used by ordinary warriors as they were considered the cheapest and simplest. The rattan shields were used by the stallions and shields with layers of leather were used by the officers.

While Katilapan also took a shield that is very characterized by a shield from the Kingdom of Aceh at the end of the island of Samudra. This shield is made of strong rattan webbing. In the outer layer there are six brass rivets and one layer of brass in the form of a large star in the middle.

Katilapan is quite capable of using a shield in its moves because in the silat times Bisaya and Majapahit times, it is very natural to use two weapons in both hands.

Pratiwi grunts.

He recognized both types of shields as belonging to two soldiers riding his subordinates.

He shook. "There were too many victims just to save the two trash cans" he said.

"Squeaky. Mad girl! You're a subordinate of Walanda's two Caucasians. Of course it is your duty to save him, and it is part of the consequences if your soldiers are all completely killed by us" replied Narendra.

"I'm not talking to you, monkey! I'm just talking to myself. Moreover, the lives of three warriors and one of you who is dying are enough compared to the number of my soldiers who died."

The bed and Narendra flinched. What does this woman mean? What do the lives of the three warriors mean Kesuma, Mahendra and Karsan who are invisible around here?

As if he had managed to read the hearts of his two enemies, Pratiwi replied, "Yes. Two men with wedhung and one man who was a crossbow was killed by these two krisku. See, their blood is still on both blades of my keris?" he said while showing off his two keris which was indeed covered in dark colored liquid. "Three of your friends are indeed quite troublesome for me. Later after you catch up with them, please tell your friend who is holding the bow that he is quite great."

The bed gritted her chin. All his muscles are stretched. Anger rose to the top of his head as if he wanted to blow his brains out. "You alone meet them so that they can beat you in the afterlife" Katilapa replied grimly.

He jumped forward and threw his ginunting towards the tiny but cruel girl.

The convoluted pratiwi of the three swipes and pricks of the Katilapan. He was about to come forward to avenge the attack when the three-eyed spear struck his neck.

Pratiwi retreated and rolled back.

This time feeling that he could play distance with Pratiwi, Narendra forward thrust his spear towards the neck, the unprotected part of the lamina.

Pratiwi twitched easily, then rolled once to the side with incredible speed.

Absolutely a mistake to assume that Pratiwi has a loss when dealing with a long spear weapon.

With his tiny but tenacious body, supple and trengginas, Pratiwi easily approached the enemy.

Without waiting for long, Pratiwi thrust his dagger towards Narendra's open waist.

The one who was attacked was clearly shocked not dumbstruck. Fortunately with his sharpness, he still had time to lower his iron shield.

THE TANG!

The sound of the end of the keris hit the shield iron.

Narendra took a step back due to the strong prick Pratiwi. He then fell backward because when he retreated, his feet tripped up the ground and rocks.

As can be expected, Pratiwi tickled easily. But this time he immediately retaliated, twice stabbing at the chest and one stroke at the knee.

The first two attacks were perfectly restrained by Aceh's rattan shield which Katilapan took from the body of one of Pratiwi's subordinate soldiers, but sabetan to the knee could not be saved. The Pratiwi keris bar scratches through one finger segment.

The bed screamed loudly and fell to the ground. Pratiwi wants to finish it immediately by hunting in the direction of the collapse of Katilapan. However, Narendra's spear hit Pratiwi's chest.

Sparks glowed from the impact of the trident spear eyes with Pratiwi armor.

Pratiwi himself was only pushed slightly back. Pratiwi quickly jumped up, rolled on the ground, dodged Narendra's spear again, pulled off another strike, then jumped in Narendra's face. A deadly attack.

Narendra raised his shield.

THE TANG!

The sparks are back in sight. Keris Pratiwi hit the iron shield. But the Pratiwi attack paved the way for the other stab into Narendra's stomach.

The trident-eyed spear as well as its shield was detached from Narendra's two hands. He's back as far as possible. Keris Pratiwi did not go too deep into Narendra's stomach, although Narendra was clearly injured.

Narendra held the side of his stomach that poured blood as if he could patch it with both hands.

It's over, thought Pratiwi. Both of his enemies, like his other opponents, were not so difficult to defeat, even though they were through a proper fight. Soon he will be able to help Jayaseta, the lover.

Pratiwi looked sharply at the two victims of his keris. He will finish the bed first by dipping his dagger into the neck and immediately kill Narendra by re-tearing his stomach.

***

The two Pratiwi kris were tightly grasped by Jayaseta. There was no visible pain from his face, even his palms grasping the blade of keris also showed no injuries at all.

"Back Jayaseta. Are you human?" said Pratiwi with a pair of sparkling eyes looking at the idol of the heart.

Jayaseta's face hardened, it was invisible that he himself controlled his soul and body. The power of his inner power fought within his body, causing his feelings to be taken over by those powers.

While lying unconscious, Jayaseta is actually fighting the forces that are trying to enslave him. However, in these circumstances he could hear clearly what was going on.

The death of the three comrades that this crazy girl killed. Not to mention the shadow that Pratiwi killed Salman's grandfather and then caused Badranaya's uncle to die. These three brethren are also under threat of death.

And so, all the anger and the overflow of feelings provoked a terrifying power within him to wake up.

Jayaseta already tightly grasped the two blades of Pratiwi keris. Not until there, with a growl he bent the two blades of sharp weapons like nothing.

A pair of Pratiwi's eyes widened, between surprise and admiration for the greatness of the idol.

But instead, Jayaseta's thoughts and feelings raged. With this power it was easy for him to kill and destroy this cunning evil woman in front of him with a single buzz. How much he wanted to do it.

However, if he follows the will of his angry soul, all of his consciousness will be taken over. He will no longer be able to recognize himself. Then Keling's grandfather's help and Salman's grandfather's sacrifice will be useless.

In one jolt, the two crooked Pratiwi keris came apart and were thrown away.

Jayaseta blaring. Both of his hands clenched and smashed into Pratiwi's chest.

The iron plate and the Pratiwi lamina chain were severed, broken and loose. Pratiwi's body was thrown into the bamboo stalks and then rolled rapidly down the hill. His body was not visible at all.

Jayaseta fell to her knees. He spewed fresh blood.

As strong as energy it is cross-legged and regulates its inner energy.

Until now he had managed to hit Pratiwi with less than half his inner strength. His goal was indeed only to injure and destroy his lamina. That way, he can still fight against the foreign forces in his body without having to lose his consciousness and soul.

Narendra got up and approached Sasangka. With great difficulty he carried the body of his best friend. "You take Jayaseta, bed. We're gonna bleed out, and so are we. We must immediately seek the help of the healer," he said.

The bed saw a path downhill from the top of the hill. His tears suddenly sagged at the thought that he was now forced to leave the bodies of his three best friends: Karsan, Kesuma and Mahendra are somehow behind the bushes down there and somehow their lifeless bodies are.

He turned toward Jayaseta who was finally weakly bowed after trying to cross legged.

He removed his tears and approached Jayaseta limping, lifted the young swordsman's body and took him away to follow Narendra who had first gone to carry Sasangka.