ADILAGES
REOG 5'S
Singabarong (Warok Digdaya) Design as of August 2019
Suddenly, a bullet rang out. Following Barong's agonizing roar, the bullet pierced through his armour and hit his right shoulder. Barong looked towards the direction the shots were coming from. Rania was standing there with a pair of pistols, still smoky. The second bullet penetrated Barong's unprotected left thigh.
Reog who could only observe this symptom gasped. After fighting with more than four waroks before arriving here, Rania had spent her last bullets on Barong the first time she entered earlier. So, what he is now firing is an energy prana in the element of a supernatural flame, which is compressed into a sharp bullet.
While roaring back like a wounded lion, Barong managed to dodge the third and fourth bullets. He ran around the cave, looking for a gap and a chance to “pounce” Rania. As his position turned his back on the detective woman, Barong lunged forward. But again his double fist missed. Apparently Rania jumped up high, as if imitating Reog's tactics.
The difference is, now Rania even floated in the air. At first glance, the rubies in Rania's Ring of Invisible Fire shimmered very brightly. A purple flame aura instantly enveloped Rania's entire body, which became invisible to Reog though.
The next day, Rania returned. This time, however, his appearance changed. She was wearing tight clothes and a kind of batik skirt, all purple combined with maroon. His face is now also disguised with a purple mask instead of glasses.
Not giving the opponent a chance to attack, the supernatural form of Rania Giselda shot both guns at Barong. Surprisingly, the bullets that came out were fragmented and spread out, gushing out like the Rain of Hell Fire.
The barong pontang-panting dodged and fended off this ultimate attack. However, mercilessly his body was hit by a barrage of magic prana bullets like rain. The roar of his pain was prolonged, any attempt to dodge and protect himself was futile. Actually he was able to suppress Rania's attack, but his pure power had been exhausted to defeat Reog earlier.
Barong collapsed, his body seemed convulsing in the prone position on the cave floor. Although still alive, his injuries seemed to be worse than Reog's. His form returned to Johnny, bruise-like blue stripes scattered all over his body.
“Well, now just take the villain and bring back the Reog Mask to the museum.”
Just as Rania was about to cast a voiceless spell to return to her detective appearance, suddenly a hoarse voice blared within the cave.
“Wait first! That's not the plan, Rangda!”
Reog who had been conscious but was still weak was surprised to hear this new development. Rania's magical form was named Rangda, and it seemed that the man who was talking was conspiring with her.
That hoarse voice was no stranger to Reog. The figure of a white-haired, reddish-skinned old man walking from the entrance confirmed Reog's suspicions.
Old Warok! His inner.
Strangely, Rania aka Rangda mendelik do not understand, as if he did not know the old man “sok know this close-” pretender. “Who are you? What do you mean?” Again his fingers were ready to trigger his pair of pistols.
Asked like that, Old Warok instead observed the face of the woman wearing the Rangda costume more closely. Then he stroked his beard and said, “Oh, so you have chosen another heir again huh, hi Queen Leak!?”
“Which is talking to me, representing Rangda.”
“Really? So Rangda let you take control? It's worth it you're great, letting those two ‘sakti’ people drain each other, hurt each other. And you'll just pick the result.”
Rangda smile. “You are also great, Old Warok. Influence even control Barong's powerful and determined mind. You even used it to steal the Reog Mask at the National Museum and become your algojom to eliminate Reog. I really salute.”
Old Warok laughed out loud, his wrinkled wrinkles making his face look even more terrifying. “Hoho, it was me and the waroks who did the theft, just came and affected Johnny.”
“Where did you know Johnny was Barong?”
“Sure of your men, leak troops. Ever since you disappeared, they've been working for our leader.”
Rania gasps. Rangda's memory told him who “si leader” was, but he decided not to mention his name.
Seeing that, Reog tried to get up, but again sprawled. Under these conditions, it was impossible for him to survive against two super warriors at once. At first glance, Johnny looked still collapsed.
The voice of Rangda again. “So, what will you do with Reog?”
“I will absorb all his strength. That way, Reog's spirit won't be able to get back into the mask and become a curious ghost. So, now is the time to settle old grudges.”
Warok Tua advanced with his long nails, ready to hit Reog's body and carry out his intention. Suddenly the prana bullets shot. He parried with the palm, as a result of which three of his nails were broken.
“Luckily I'm on standby,” said Warok Tua while receding backwards. “But why, Rangda? Aren't we natural allies?”
Rangda replied, “Yes, before one of you betrayed me. Well, after getting your confession so that justice can hold you back, Old Warok!”
Old Warok shook his head. “Ck, ck, basic young. Let me teach you a lesson from my centuries of experience. Try, can you paralyze me after I give up my true strength?” It shakes up its inner energy. The aura that emanated was so fierce and dazzling, Rangda was forced to close her eyes with her arms.
Faintly Reog saw the thin body of Old Warok as if swelling. Muscles like poking out of his hands, feet and chest. His bones strengthened again, so that his body posture which was originally somewhat bent is now upright, and his height is equivalent to Johnny's. The skin of his face back tight, the teeth that date back to grow, lined up neatly to form a grin.
The end result was a mighty man who looked to be in his forties, blood-red, haired and moustached in thick white. “Hahaha! ‘This new power’ gets me back to the time my name was called ‘Warok Digdaya’!”
Reog is inexhaustible, “new strength” what does he mean? At one time, there were no spells, moves or rituals in warok science that made someone return young.
“Wah, very good! My goal is bigger!” bersumbar Rangda while strafing Warok Digdaya with a shot.
“Bigger indeed, but obviously much more agile!” The red man moved here and there, dodging the seemingly endless magic bullets.
When his position was close enough to the opponent, Warok Digdaya lunged while swinging his fists from the bottom up, like a ramming rhino horn.
Before Rangda could retaliate, the fist had slammed into his heart. The girl's light body slammed upwards and collapsed on the floor.
Seeing that his three opponents were now lying helplessly, Warok Digdaya laughed with satisfaction, hard and sincere. “Hahaha! Look, three legendary warriors are now sprawled under my feet! This is my glory day!”
Then, the red man stepped towards Reog. “Well, up to where we were,” he said. His black claws seemed to be as long as a sword, ready to absorb Reog's pure warok power to the point of being exhausted.
Deathfully Reog tried to get up, but in vain. His body is still weak and trembling due to “shocks earthquake” Barong earlier. Indeed Reog is not willing to be destroyed just like that, after hundreds of years of waiting in silence. He continued to force himself, thrusting his claws towards Warok Digdaya even though he knew it was free.
However, one fierce fist hit the red face of the warok, making it slumped to the side. “Whata?” warok Digdaya.
At that time Reog also saw his savior, Johnny who had returned to become Barong.
Warok Digdaya was more astonished. “How can? Finally Rangda should be able to finish off strong warriors like you!”
Barong apparently did not stingy said. “Rangda knew I was under someone's influence, so he only used half his power. That was enough to make me faint for a moment. When I realized, then I recognized you, the old man who pretended to help me and even lured me into this trap.”
“Well, what else to say,” I Warok Digdaya while shrugging. “It turns out that it is not easy to silence you, making the white lion a scapegoat. Forced, in order to serve Barong, the strongest warrior of legend, I must use a secret power comparable to that. Look, here's your life-plug!”
Suddenly, Warok Digdaya raised both of his arms high, revealing a pair of orange-shimmering bracelets. Then, his entire body was wrapped in a brownish orange aura, not dark red like warok aura in general.
How surprised Reog saw Warok Digdaya also has a unique warok prana like himself. But even more surprised he saw a form of armor and orange-brown clothes that are slung, white hair turned orange, let alone a mask of loreng on his face. The entire appearance made him think of the person he had fought…
King Singabarong!
Barong exclaimed in wonder, “Gosh, so similar! Impossible you're my twin from the same source.”
Singabarong. “Obviously no. The power that I took from Prabu Singabarong from Lodaya, plus the power of Warok Digdaya will never be able to match.”
Not to be outdone, Singabarongpun show strength by shaking his inner energy. The aura is in the form of a giant demon animal, the tiger and peacock on one body.
Almost simultaneously, the two fighters charged forward. In a split second, countless number of punches and kicks as well as their variations clashed, blasting.
Even Reog himself was no doubt amazed to see it. There are no convoluted movements to turn your back on the opponent, no beautiful moves full of tricks. There is only a strong fight, a fight of toughness, stamina and endurance. Almost all blows are held with a fist, armor or directly received by the body.
Until at “ boiling point”, Singabarong and Barong both collect, concentrate all animal and land energy in each fist. Then they both dart and fight. The sound of a bang due to the collision of the two forces was truly deafening. Even Reog and Rangda who had yet to recover were closing their ears and grimacing in pain.
At first glance the two fighters looked equally strong, with fists clinging to each other, pressing against each other. One thing, Barong is a sacred lion who has been in harmony with his heir, Johnny. His second determination to protect his peers, cultural heritage and the crowds from the evil Old Warok if he manages to gain the power Reog embodies into a form of power. Although the additional strength gives a paper-thin advantage, it is enough to make Singabarong slammed.
Seeing the opponent still standing though unsteady, Barong advanced and exerted the rest of his energy, ready to strafe Singabarong with the ultimate fist that knocked down Reog earlier, the Earth Shaking the Sky in an uproar.
“Heh, naive base,” Singabarong said with a grin. Suddenly black nails sticking out of the ten fingers of the stealthy hand. He pointed right at the opponent's forehead. Barong's steps came to a halt instantly, as if held back by an invisible force. Singabarong again controlled Barong's mind.
“I can still use the mind control science of Old Warok. Well, now taste the giant claws of Warok Digdaya!”
Sabetan claws Singabarong berdubi-tubi whack Barong's body riveted. After satisfied “dismantle” all protectors and prana Barong defense, new sharp claws are plunged towards the heart.
The history of Barong would have been finished had there not been a pair of arms whose veins of black blood had poked and hardened like shields, repelling the claws of the lifethrower.
Apparently Reog managed to recover most of his energy, then deployed it in an emergency to save the lives of fellow super swordsmen. The inner contact between Singabarong and Barong broke off instantly, and the white lion swordsman collapsed exhausted.
“Hngh, apparently this grudge between us must indeed be completed through a match as in Kediri Forest,” Singabarong sergeant while taking distance from his new opponent.
“You were wrong in two respects.” Reog held out two fingers. “First, you are not Singabarong, but Old Warok who robs his power to master science back young.”
“As far as you want to call me what, after all the power of Singabarong has fused in me.”
Reog shook his finger. “Look at the reality later. After all, I have not grudged you anymore, to Panji Anom, Prabu Klana Suwandhana and warok and gemblak.”
“Wah, whew. So, what are you fighting for?”
“For now, survive and gain freedom. I'm sick of ‘imprisoned’ by you, while you enjoy living centuries of your greed.”
“For the sake of warok magic science, I willingly justify all means,” response Singabarong clearly. “Including preventing ‘strange creature’ like you stain the red of warok with your green color which is disgusting.”
Finally Old Warok reveals the real reason he got rid of Reog. He expressed his heartache when King Klana named the ballet show he created along the way to Kediri it “Reog”.
Old Warok then went to Lodaya, killing Prabu Singabarong who was still weak due to fighting and robbing his inheritance, the Demon King Bracelet. Despite his multi-layered strength, he was unable to destroy the Reog Mask. Even by plunging it into the crater of Merapi, active volcanoes that often erupt though.
So, in order not to be able to choose the heir, the spirit of Reog who apparently entered the Reog Mask was imprisoned in the cave of the warok secret headquarters, forgotten by all…
“Until one day, Bondan's great-grandfather who was a warok stole the Reog Mask and then disappeared, because he wanted to live a normal life and have children, and of course I refused his request.” Bondan's consciousness screamed at him. Means all this time the great-grandfather lied and hid to protect his family from other warok.
Singabarong continued, “Well, now that the whole truth has been revealed, I can more calmly kill you, hey swordsman without a grudge. You gave me a chance to collect prana, so get ready to go to hell!”
On the contrary, Reog was not affected by the opponent's bluff. “You're the one who's too busy talking, until I don't realize I'm also collecting prana. Never mind, enough talk. Let's fight for life.”
“Mari!” Singabarong Jolts the floor and lunges forward. The palm of his right hand shot a devastating prana like a horde of tigers pouncing on prey. While his left palm was wagging, emitting a sharp array of rays with a movement as soon as the peacock dance.
As expected Reog, Singabarong's ultimate style, Murka Peacock Tiger of God is very different from what he deployed in Kediri first. He deliberately took a second pause to dodge and “read” opponent's moves.
Precisely when counter-attacking, Reog moves unusually fast so as to disappear from the eyes of the opponent. Then, his claws flashed, scraping Singabarong's body from all directions, randomly and unexpectedly. This is the end of Reog, the Eclipse of Swallowing Light.
Overwhelmed, Singabarong lashed out at close range like a cow's tail driving away a crowd of flies.
Until finally, Reog's deadly claw hit the point of weakness Singabarong, the base of his nape. In the least old Warok did not expect, inheriting Singabarong's strength meant inheriting his weakness as well. He was trying to protect that weak point.
Singabarong lost his balance and collapsed on the floor. In the wake of his defeat, Singabarong's burly body slowly changed shape, shrinking into a blood red-skinned old body, the original form of Old Warok.
Panicked, Old Warok tried to shake his inner power. However there was no reaction at all from the Demon King Bracelet. The color of the gold bracelet looked dull, like a cheap item.
Because Reog is still standing after the final exert, plus Rangda who returned to his feet after recovering from the hard blow earlier, there is no other choice for Singabarong unless immediately lift foot.
“Awas y'all! I'll take this revenge next time!” With his remaining energy, Old Warok barreled towards the secret exit.
“Do not hope!” Rangda who had returned to his feet fired several fire energy bullets very quickly. Five of them were lodged in Warok's immune skin, and none recognized his head.
Reog moves back to chase Old Warok, preventing a great danger later on. His body, hands and feet were heavy. He lost his balance and fell helplessly. Reog's hand only reached towards Old Warok who ran further and further, until lost from sight. Reog's mask was removed from his face, and he returned to being the young gimbal, Bondan Prasetyo.
Bondan's view is getting worse. The last thing he saw was the figure of Rania Giselda who was no longer wearing Rangda costume, returning to his detective appearance. The beautiful woman knelt down, picking up the Reog Mask while smiling in satisfaction.
“Well, now I know what to do with this mask,”. “With the help of Johnny, of course.”
Bondan tried to speak in protest, but his tongue and lips were stiff, unable to move.
Worse, the voice of Reog's spirit rang in Bondan's mind. Take it easy, Bondan. Now I am in you, and so is half of my strength. Rania and Johnny won't break my mask. Instead, they will give us a chance to take action in the vast world, as well as hunt back our arch-enemy, the Old Warok.
Benak Bondan shouted, No! Nah! Just yummy! I am a free man who wants to live a normal life! There must be another way, another heir more appropriate than me! I won't let you enslave me! I'm not su..”
The louder Bondan's mind revolted, the eyes even more blurred.
Then everything went dark.
\==oOo==
A few weeks later…
A limbal-haired squeaky man was standing at the top of the building, roofing the full moon and night sky. It's Bondan. His eyes were staring into the distance. His thin face looked grim, as if it was bearing the heavy burden of the mind.
Suddenly Bondan's phone rang. Bondan sees the caller's name on his screen. “Rangda”. He sighed, brought the phone closer to his ear and said lazily, “Ya.”
“Aha. New assignment? The details? Good. Consider complete. Yes.”
Bondan stared and pressed the button for a moment, then put it back in his pants pocket. He then grabbed her behind his jacket and looked at the mask in his hand. The mask is exactly the same as the replica which is now stored safely in the National Museum. The replica was made by Johnny, and Rania Giselda “ returned it” to where it came from.
“Time to act again,” said Bondan.
Bondan then brought the mask to his face. Within seconds, green roots wrapped around his body, turning his face into that of a tree-man. He stared at the moon, and then he howled aloud, lamenting the destiny that accompanied this magic. Yes, this is the figure called the criminal, the traitor of his people, the damned.Nobody can guess what his actions will be in a moment. Right now, only one thing was certain.A super swordsman had bounced back.
REOGS.