The Thousand Mask Warrior

Wedhungs

Six red-masked hordes of Hell's Earth Needles continued to run through the treetops. They had now arrived at a grassy and high weeds area.

The sky was round with no moon, but the scattered stars shimmered dimly like embers exposed to the wind.

They stopped their steps for a moment thinking that the bodyguards of Almira were no longer able to chase them. The old man must have finished them off.

They understood that this secret movement was basically ruled by the Walanda Company. All their movements are only for the benefit of Walanda. So no wonder they also try to scavenge their own benefits.

Leadership paths and sequences can be very diverse. They may be led by more than one command. They can also argue or try to bargain for certain orders.

This is because the structure of leadership and group interests are quite complicated.

For example, as members of the Hell Earth Needle, they were under the former Mataram warriors who defected. Of course they were also under the orders of Pratiwi, the daughter of Sarti who was one of the members of the Five Bloodthirsty Demons who were both working for Walanda.

Since the Twins grandfather of the Poet Baka has a kinship relationship with both Sarti and Pratiwi, it is clear they also have to be the most follow-up to receive orders from the great grandfathers.

But their respective interests are not uncommonly contradictory and clashing. In order to enjoy money, power, or any interest, they must remain both knowledgeable and considerate.

So when they failed to kill Almira, wife of Jayaseta, one of the great enemies of the Walanda Company in Betawi, they had to leave immediately. It was impossible to allow oneself to die silly against the three-fold number of bodyguards. Let the grandfather try to pay off this goal. When they succeed, they still benefit. After all, it was grandfather himself who decided to fight them all.

The six people looked at each other, as if they were looking at each other's faces, as they were all wearing the same mask.

One man took off his red blind mask, feeling faint and stuffy from having to wear it. The cold wind of the night over this grassy field swept across his face.

SLEPT UP!

A dagger-type sharp weapon stuck right on his forehead. It took a while until he fell dead and his five comrades were aware of what was happening.

There are people who throw daggers that seem to be a wedhung.

"Ba*ngsat! Who would dare to support us? Out you. Face us with a man!" shouted one of the other masked members.

The rest of the members were certainly getting ready. They pulled out secret nails and slipped them between their knuckles while looking around carefully.

Their goals and duties as secret killers made them not bother to carry sharp weapons other than the nails. Their only task is to kill and disappear, it will feel troublesome if you have to carry a weapon that is difficult to run or bouncy.

However, where they think that they will fail and still have to face face to face with opponents who are still not seen anyway.

In response to the challenge of one of the masked members was heard a grove of grass and high weeds. Someone showed up there.

The dark yet indelible night showed a male figure in a pair of pants, a cloth wrapped around his waist and a shirt with no arms and no buttons. He held two blades of a wedhung type dagger.

"It's funny. The group of cowards who can only support their victims and then escape can be confused by the secret attacks of others," said the figure who is now only a few steps away in front of the members of the Hell Earth Needle.

"Baj*ingan rancid! Dare to die face to face with our group, huh?! Are you one of Almira's bodyguards that caught up with us? You're lucky to die in our hands, not in that old Baka Poet. Alright, we'll convince you to send you straight to the afterlife!" said another masked member.

His long words proved to be meaningless. Because the figure answered him by suddenly storming with his two wedhungs, slashing the neck, piercing the chest and immersing the two sharp edges of the wedhung into the stomach of the enemy. When he pulled out his daggers, the victim was dead first.

Suddenly the shock of the members of this nail thrower was released in the form of an attack. The rest of this group of four just threw their nails at the figure.

The sound of the wind whirring from the flying spikes was clearly heard on this silent night.

The unknown figure moved both of his wedhung memotongi nail attack. He also clumps so agilely.

To date, the initial attacks of the spikes have failed. Not a single nail scratched his body let alone landed on the target.

The figure rolled behind the weeds, pulled the wedhung stuck in the forehead of the first victim and jumped forward to finish his work, cutting two cross attacks on the body of the person who was hit by wedhung on his shoulder earlier.

Three people have died already.

Grasping two wedhungs with both hands, this figure had already completely taken into account its advantages and disadvantages in overcoming the remaining three opponents who all relied on distance. Their throwing weapons could not be used well against a face-to-face enemy. But he can't always get close. This could be a big loss.

He throws his wedhung at a nearby enemy before the man himself throws his nails.

SLEPT UP!

Wedhung again read out the enemy's head and stuck it there. The body collapsed lifelessly without any sound at all.

The second wedhung was also thrown while running towards the other enemy.

The weapon stuck in the enemy's chest. Shouts echoed, but the work was not finished because the target had not yet died.

He then rolled forward, approaching, among the spikes flying over his head from the attack of one man who was still not injured at all.

After dodging, the figure retracted the wedhung that stuck in the head of his enemy's corpse and lunged towards one of the wounded enemies in his chest.

Four spikes stuck on the backs of fellow Hell Earth Needle members because the figure used it as a human shield. Even before he plucked the second wedhung stuck in his chest, the man was already dead by the poisonous spikes on his back thrown by his comrade.

Two wedhungs back in.

One he threw.

CRAS!

Memapras broke off the enemy's three fingers that were about to throw his nail back.

With this attack there is no longer any obstacle for the figure to slide across the distance.

He immersed the wedhung into the stomach, tore it off then with one last move, plunging the wedhung into the brain of the enemy through his eyes.

Done already. All the enemies are dead.

The figure took a deep breath and exhaled it. He walked slowly picking up all his wedhung, removing the remaining blood attached by releasing it on the clothes cloth of the corpses.

Two wedhung he put into the sheath on the left and right waist while the other he tucked in the back.

This figure is actually none other than Sasangka, the only surviving member of the three pairs of daggers. The rest, Kesuma and Mahendra have been killed at the hands of Pratiwi.

Sasangka used the three wedhung of his late friends and practiced the three dagger moves.

When they are together, facing these opponents is not difficult. His third attack layered and cut the distance. But alone, it certainly takes a way to outsmart it.

It seems he succeeded.

Not long after that there was a rustling sound. The tares were scattered by the quick steps of two people who came suddenly.

The two men are Katilapan and Narendra.

Both of them look relieved and satisfied to see that Sasangka managed to finish his job.