A1ma Goddess Two Teeth
Papepa 28: Beautiful Drunk

*The Arrow Fighters (Papepa)*

After paralyzing Pamong Sukarat and Legi Kasep, Alma Fatara turned to help Ayu Speakara fight against the Drunk Beauty. The woman armed with the clay jug had just killed Arang Saga.

Previously, Arang Saga attacked the Drunken Beauty with a quick swordplay. The Drunk Beauty casually swerved there and came here like a drunk woman avoiding the touch of a sword.

Gluey!

With her staggering style, the Drunk Beautiful still had time to gulp down her pitcher. The water was like sharp water whose color was turbid.

Fruuut!

On one occasion, while avoiding the sword thrust, the Drunken Beauty spouted water inside her mouth onto Arang Saga's face.

“Aaak ..!” the seething scream of Arang Saga closed his eyes. While holding the pain and heat on his face, Arang Saga slapped his sword.

With the young Drunk Beauty slammed into the front of the Charcoal Saga and fended off the hand that held the sword. The sword broke and fell.

Dak dak dak …!

Charcoal Saga who could not see because his face was sprayed with hard water, beaten by the back of the hands of the Beautiful Drunk. The drunken-style streak hit the chest of Arang Saga. Kepal Kepeng's personal bodyguard was lined up several acts.

The set! Dak!

Next, the Drunk Beauty continued her attack by throwing her anti-ruptured clay jug. The jug that was not just any jug hit the face of Arang Saga whose skin had been broken.

“Akk!” yelling Arang Saga again while falling like a tree trunk cut down. Instead of a broken pitcher, it was the head of the Charcoal Saga that broke. Then he died.

“Hiaat!”

Seet! Zeb!

Suddenly there was the voice of another woman's cry other than the Drunk Beauty. There was a long and great sword that swung from top to bottom. The Drunk Beauty swiftly retreated two acts, letting the sword belonging to Ayu Speak was slashing against the grassy ground.

“Hand run you, Old Grandma!” yelled Ayu Speak, then he heavily swung his greatsword back around. It turned out that this time Ayu Speak was not carried away by his sword. It seemed like he had already begun to be able to master the weight of that sword.

With a face that showed anger, the Drunk Beautiful bowed very low to dodge the sword flick.

“How dare you call me Old Grandma, Boy Scalp!” kecam Si Gorgeous Drunk then jumped forward like a style of goalkeeper jumping to the side, while smashing the jug he was holding.

Dak!

The Drunken Jug of the Beautiful One hit the virgin jug of Ayu Speakara, making the young girl jump and fall down with her sword.

Whuss!

When the Drunk Beauty was about to continue her judgment, suddenly from the other direction came the sound of a strong wind blow. He hurriedly flashed high dodging the blow wind attack unleashed by Alma Fatara. The whirlwind passed by without hitting any target.

When the Drunken Beauty landed from her leap, Alma Fatara was already standing before her with her relaxed little laugh.

At that time the Drunk Beauty could feel the aura of the magic of an heirloom object called the Black Ball. The aura of devotion came from the body of Alma Fatara. During his travel mission, Alma had never used or taken out the Black Ball. All this time he was still relying on the Devils Blood Thread.

“We meet again, Brother Drunk,” greet Alma Fatara friendly.

“Good, can I snatch the Black Ball from you!” said the Drunk Beauty.

“It's okay anyway, if Brother Drunk can snatch it,” said Alma casually.

“Good! Feel the ferocity of my drunkenness!” exclaims Beautiful Drunk then darted forward launching various styles of punches on the left hand, while the right hand made the jug as a weapon.

Buk up!

Just a few strikes, a single kick had landed in the stomach of Alma Fatara. Because, the Drunk Beauty who attacked with drunk style punches, knew unexpectedly her right leg kicked suddenly.

The kick made Alma lined up several acts, but the attack of the Drunk Beauty followed too quickly.

Plaque! Buk buk!

Know-how one slap hit the pretty face of Alma, then followed two fists on the chest. Strong horses made Alma not fall, but he jumped back with a twisting kick.

The Drunk Beauty quickly dodged and threw back her death pitcher.

Dak!

The fight stopped for a moment.

“Wah, only this time my beautiful face was slapped. And you, Brother Drunk, we're both girls, why are you attacking my pendulum?” alma protest.

“Hihihi!” the laughter of the Drunk Beauty saw the reaction of Alma Fatara. “So I was the first one to slap you and touch your pend?”

“No I'll let go again. Remember that!” alma Fatara.

“I can't linger killing you!” exclaimed the Drunk Beautiful then moved forward ferociously.

His attack this time was more powerful than before. However, Alma Fatara also dealt with it seriously. Even he was unmitigated, his hand sword he functioned and the Yarn of the Gods he activated.

Wuout!

“Ak!” the scream of the Drunk Beautiful suddenly with her butt jerked in shock.

As Alma's fluttering kick targeted her head, the Drunken Beauty performed a kayang, making Alma's leg pass over her arched belly. However, suddenly the Drunk Beauty felt her virgin butt pierced by a needle-like object.

The puncture did not give any significant injury to a swordsman, but it was quite surprising. And it turned out to provoke the emotions of the Drunk Beautiful.

“It turns out you used cheating, Girl Scalping!” gusar The Beautiful Drunk.

“Hahahak!” alma's laughter after a long time did not laugh off.

“Ending you!” shouted the Drunk Beautiful while suddenly throwing her body forward.

Alma Fatara was surprised and quickly avoided his opponent's wild attack.

The defender!

One flick of the leg of the Drunk Beautiful managed to slash Alma's stomach, making the black-robed girl pushed off balance and almost fell.

Drunk Beauty quickly took advantage of the momentum. He quickly slumped the jug in his right hand. However, Alma fended off the right arm of the Drunk Beautiful with the trunk of her left hand.

The set!

“Akk!” the voice of the Drunken Beauty as Alma pulled down her left hand, slicing through the trunk of the Drunken Beauty.

The left hand of the Drunk Beauty quickly countered with a powerful punch in high.

Dak! The set!

However, Alma's right hand parried in a similar manner, then pulled her down slicing back the rod.

“Akk!” screams Beautiful Drunk.

After that, the Drunk Beauty chose to retreat and looked at the incision wounds on both of her hands. With trembling hands, the Drunk Beauty poured the water in her pitcher into her mouth.

Fruuut! Fruuut!

The Drunken Beauty then spouted the water in her mouth into her two wounds. The spray water serves as medicine.

“I didn't expect, both girls' hands could be as sharp as a sword,” thought the Beautiful Drunk.

After the pain in both of his wounds had disappeared, the Drunk Beauty again prepared. He poured the water back into his mouth. The water was not swallowed, but held in his mouth.

Next he tossed his jug that had shone green.

Nah!

The Drunk Beauty kicked her pitcher so that it darted to attack Alma Fatara. Gesit Alma Fatara. At that moment, the Drunk Beauty came running tilted forward like someone was about to fall. All ten fingers of his hand were burning green.

Alma was really careful not to be touched by the fist or slap of the Drunk Beautiful. Alma moved agilely able to compensate for the attack speed of the Drunk Beautiful.

“Drunk Brother, your hands are hot once!” alma exclaimed while curling her upper body backwards, away from the drunken fist that attacked her.

Fruuts!

“Ak!” a shriek shocked Alma when suddenly the Drunken Beauty gushed her face with water held in her mouth.

Alma Fatara quickly jumped back away from the Drunken Beauty. (BH)