ADILAGES
HIMA 3'S
Gilang had expected, one day he would return again in Jakarta. But this time, he really hoped not to return. Not in this kind of situation. Again losing control of his own body.
Did Gilang's power prevent Himawari from spoiling his memory? Reveal the true identities of Taruna and Dahlia, then force him to contact Brian and Julia, his two best friends? Arranging an appointment somewhere?
What power Silang prevented the Old Warok from preparing a siege at the meeting place, in the front square of the Fatahillah Museum, he said, the former City Hall building is loaded with evidence of the history of Batavia Colonial Age in the Old City area of Jakarta? To trap his own friends?
Gilang deliberately set the time of the appointment and came early in the morning, when the sun had just risen. In addition to inflicting casualties due to the almost certainly explosive clashes, an unusual meeting time for young people on an ordinary day, he said, also intersecting with the lecture schedule is intended to make Julia and Brian suspicious and ready. Therefore, students who always wear an orange jacket this time use an orange pet hat and stand alone on the front steps of the museum entrance.
Before long, Gilang's eyes were fixed on the two people who had come in the distance. Judging from his second costume which is “tak ordinary”, obviously they are two superheroes named Dahlia and Taruna.
“Wah, wow, it turns out you guys have ‘kium’ my plans, huh?!” himawari said in Gilang's body while smiling bitterly. “But it's okay, you guys came too, so let's negotiate.” He also walked towards the two heroes.
As Julia, Dahlia is already quite familiar with the identity of the genie supporting Gilang. They once clashed at Jonggrang Temple in Sewu Temple complex. The green-pink-haired costumed girl in two pigtails exclaimed, “No need for pleasantries. The parties we support are clear, so whatever you offer, our answer is definitely not.”
Taruna is a masked swordsman, blonde, costumeed light blue and old courtier style Majapahit Age, Ancient Java. He chimed in, “It turns out Gilang misjudged you, Jin Himawari. Not realizing your mistake and cooperating with Gilang and opening a new leaf, you instead seized control of his body, and used it to trap us in this place. Fortunately we know Gilang well, so we are on standby.”
“Ah, so yes. So I don't have to worry anymore.” Raga Gilang instantly transformed into Hima, the incarnation of the Eternal Ice Jin. “But, so that this ‘party reuni’ becomes more festive, of course I bring friends.”
Hima stretched out her hand, pointing towards Old Warok who was walking from the other direction. Suddenly the frail body of the old man turned very heavy and large. His red skin tightened and his face looked younger and much more resplendent.
Warok Tuapun's hoarse voice turned thunderous. “Hey young people! I, Warok Digdaya, am a member of the strongest warrior league in the universe, Angkara Murca! I say for the first and last time, leave the Adilaga League and join us!”
Taruna approached the man who is now called Warok Digdaya undaunted, armed with the legacy of his two teachers, Resi Taruna and Nyi Roro Kidul. Excitement, “If we refuse?”
Warok Digdaya Tightens the force of the animals and kicked the ground until it exploded, shaped like two small craters. “Then you guys will have the same fate as the floor of this square!”
“To be frank, we once faced a much more devastating bluff than this.” Taruna's intention was to fight with Dahlia against the wrathful Nyi Roro Kidul, to set in motion one of the most devastating types of natural disasters, the sea earthquake. “So, listen to the way you work and persuade, sorry, we would rather face a tsunami than be the minions of Angkara Murca.”
“Ck, ck, ck, wrong answer!” warok Digdaya cried while holding his hand and wiggling his index finger. “We, Angkara Murca are much bigger, stronger than Adilaga, and here's the proof! Warok troops, advance!”
As far as the eye could see, the figures of men appeared. Their appearances were all like the members of a gang of thugs, almost all of them carrying a wide variety of melee weapons. They were about a hundred, ready to gang up on two super warriors at any moment.
Even more terrifying, as they walked closer while deflating prana, their skin color turned blood red, in line with Warok Digdaya.
“Wah, apparently want to play keroyokan?” dahlia Syndir. “We don't mind serving you all, but luckily, Adilaga is always preparing for a better solution!” With her violin, Julia swiped one high, shrill, long and deafening note.
At about the same time, a squad of men appeared, dressed in black, masked and fully armed like an elite army of soldiers. They ran regularly, besieging the Waroks. They were armed with batons, swords, daggers and so on. Guns to shoot, throw and explode are not used, to minimize the risk of damage to the Fatahillah Museum and other historic old buildings around the square.
So, no need to be commanded, there was a clash between the warok forces and Special Forces I.N.D.I.G.O. The waroks seem stronger thanks to their magical prana, but their fighting style that tends to be ferocious thugs can be balanced by the Kasuari and Cendrawasih Forces that excel in terms of speed and techniques trained with high discipline.
Seeing that, Warok Digdaya spat on the ground. “Cih! Don't think you've excelled, Adilaga! Go, Hima! We inflict misery on all our opponents!”
Hima welcome, “Ya!” Both of them charged forward towards the opponents. Hima to Taruna, while Warok Digdaya to target Dahlia.
Relying on his Himawari Ice Tread, Hima seemed to be about to explore and measure the strength of his opponent. Surely combined with pencak silat moves from Gilang's memory.
With the empty-handed fighting style of kickboxing muay thai, Taruna serves Hima. “Heh, it has been a long time not to test who is the best technical fighter among us,” comments. Taruna threw a combination of jab and straight blows loaded with his Ocean Arung Prana.
Nimble like a pigeon, Hima dodged the blows and countered Himawari Ice Site like a machete. But one hard kick Taruna hit his stomach, making Hima slumped backwards.
Taruna certainly does not want to lose. His body was squinting and his footwork was like an evasive dance. It repels one-two sites with a two-arm, double-cover shield defense technique that is of course covered in water prana.
However, one Hima site managed to penetrate the defense and hit the ribs of Taruna. Surprisingly, Taruna even fell backwards while groaning in pain. Because the nature of ice is to freeze water, Hima's tread managed to turn the water prana in the hands of Taruna into ice. The movement of the cadets became slow, so he did not have time to protect his ribs from blows.
Realizing the opponent's real superiority over him, Taruna turned a glance in the other direction. Dahlia appears to be swiping his violin, deliberately fighting with Warok Digdaya in a faraway place so that Taruna is not exposed to the telepathic power of magic that he propagated through sound waves.
“Hey, want to exchange opponents, Taruna? Just realized you couldn't win from me?” Hima said it intentionally.
But the emotions of the Taruna are not provoked. He said calmly, “I don't want to kill Gilang if I give up my full energy. Dahlia might be able to handle you in more ways ‘fine’!”
“I've faced Dahlia, and all her magic won't work for me a second time. Stop it, stop the bases. Let's fight manly, the strongest wins.”
“Agree!” Challenged like that, Taruna gets more excited. It rose as much as his respect for the dignified yet misguided Jin Himawari. The two fighters immediately gathered prana, preparing for a fight, a strong fight.
Both hands of Hima and Taruna were roaring together, with loud screams blaring. From the two fused sites, Hima shot out a burst of Ice Storm with a fierce-freezing force. While from the two Fists of the Midshipmen darted two Twin Sea Dragons that fused together, moving like coils that strengthened and continued.
The two bursts then collided with each other in the middle of the road, pressing each other. At the same time, the ice prana again froze the water prana, continuously expanding and pressing towards the Midshipman. The water prana also turns to the ground, continuing to freeze until it forms a wall.
But the South Sea Prince was not out of his mind. His two fists that were originally fused it stretched out. The water prana splits in half, then glides and meanders through the ice wall. Before the Eternal Ice Swordsman had a chance to change his stance, the two Twin Sea Dragons had already struck him until they bounced back.
Hima sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.
“Well, it is clear ‘kan who is the strongest among us?” said Taruna while approaching Hima. “Now is the time for us to talk and listen to conscience talk.
When the figure of the Taruna was already visible above the body and in front of Hima's eyes, suddenly the ice swordsman got up and gored his opponent's stomach with prana all his might. From behind his mask, the voice of the Midshipman trembled. “K-you! Where was your honor, Hima?! Basic sneaky-low-low-down!”
“Supposed to be a super swordsman like you understand, honor doesn't produce anything. It is the most perfect attitude of honor to take advantage! Think of it on your way to hell!”
Hima unsheathed Himawari's Ice Sword and swung it to split the body of the Midshipman in two. In the middle of the road the speed of the sword came to a halt, as if hitting something. More precisely, the power and sound of the sword seemed to be muted by a chewy object.
Even more surprising, “the chewy thing” is shaped like a gelatin that is clear and transparent, and is sprayed from someone's hands.
Hima reacted, turning her head towards the bully while exclaiming, “Hei! How dare you interfere in this fight!”
“Let me set a few things straight first,” said the fat-faced, burly and yellow-green-costumed man as he walked closer in style. “First, call me ‘The Stickler’, not ‘hei’! And secondly, it's obviously a battle, not a fight. Naturally, I, members of the Adilaga League interfere!?”
“Hih, it turns out the odd swordsman, as weird as his name,” scorn Hima. “Majulah, let me stick your big mouth until forever not open again.”
“Wah, you happen to call it, I am indeed a stick-up expert. Feel this!” With one jolt, The Stickler jumped up high. His palm seemed to be wrapped in a chewy-transparent substance earlier.
Not yet understood about the strength of “this new opponent”, Hima chose to dodge first. When the Stickler's palm slammed and missed, he just swung Himawari Sword towards the opponent. He was surprised, apparently Stickler stretched out the other palm which was also covered with chewy substance, holding the blade of the sword.
Not only surviving, The Stickler smeared Himawari Sword with more chewy substances and pressed it to the floor. Reflexes, Hima scattered the ice prana to pull out her sword. But the chewy liquid was even harder and frozen, the sword became more difficult to remove.
Hima was in a hurry to release her hand so as not to stick and freeze, only to be able to stare at her sword which looked like a museum display in a cupboard or glass chest.
“Z-substance what is it?” Jin Himawari wondered. He may be able to “ask” on Gilang, but too high hearted to do so.