ORION
Raka's Fight With Caraka's Chief
Raka took a long breath. After a short period of time, a strong wind came out of his body, his headscarf opened and the ends of every strand of hair and clothes he was wearing including a robe were lightly lifted.
“Nona Gista gave me orders to bring Orion. At the same time bring evidence of your betrayal to the Organization. Namely you yourself.”
The situation is quite heated and tense. Among those who exchanged glances sharply, then attacked each other from a distance from each other. Their fight in the backyard, is hard to stop.
There were some people who looked watching, some of them were Caraka people the rest of the patients who were confused in the room. Little did they see but then closed the window curtains tightly.
The wall of fire that turned back into an elongated shape, while Raka used a strong wind to blow all attacks after attacks from Caraka.
“I don't think there's a NED fighter who has two powers. What's your secret?”
At that time, Caraka was holding a strong wind, making both legs continue to be dragged backward slowly and Caraka continued to hold it as hard as possible.
“Descendation.”
In between the wind that pushed him back without pause for perhaps a second, Caraka recklessly used the power of fire from behind his back. The wind blew and made the fire continue to blaze.
“Please don't fight too much, and please come along for this time only.”
Although Raka said so with courage, but actually he was quite afraid when dealing with Caraka. Although it looks that now the superior is him, Raka still thinks that Caraka is not his level for now.
Swosh!
The flames grew bigger on his back, the strong wind controlled by Raka was getting bigger and very strong to make Caraka continue to be in his current position. Like trapped.
Slowly the shape of Caraka's fire changed, extending in all directions forward. Caraka who was in the middle, made it look like a spider.
Taps! Raka jumped back one step, directing the wind upwards, as Caraka's body was lifted up because of the influence of the wind.
Jrash!!
One by one the blows from above came from the fire that managed to scratch Raka's arm once again. It is difficult to avoid but the question for him at this time, why can Caraka easily control the fire when he himself is in trouble?
“His strength is really beyond reason, no, maybe the person ..” muttered Raka while smiling wryly.
There came again a considerable fire gathered in front of Caraka who was still in the air position. Before Caraka attacks, Raka drops Caraka's body, so that his attack will not lead to him.
Srak! Raka darted towards him with the help of the wind which made him head faster towards Caraka. That way, Caraka will have trouble reacting.
But ...
“Effort to shorten the distance? Don't joke, melee or long distance it makes no difference to me,” Caraka said mocking.
“Huh?”
Experesi was confused, a little he doubted the moment when he was already in front of him. Directing the palm towards Caraka's body.
“You want to smash me?”
Jrash!!
Raka's thoughts and actions are easily read by her. Doubt is becoming. Caraka disappeared from in front of him, and various attacks from behind hit his wide-open back.
Small gaps and blind spots that are difficult to reach by Raka turned out to have been targeted for a long time by him.
Followed by an explosion at the end and make smoke billow. Caraka was right behind him as he again prepared his attack.
“If we hadn't met, then maybe you'd still be alive. Well, but, if he doesn't come then the boy disappears forever,” Caraka said.
Raka's body is stretched rigid, unable to move. Thinking that this was done was a mistake, when Caraka turned around to leave immediately, Raka got up again.
“Ugh ..the fire is very similar to the Orion fire. The color is exactly the same, but their levels differ greatly,” oceh Raka.
He patted his dirty clothes with a heavy breath. His body is difficult to move as it wills but being able to stand up and face him again is a miracle.
Raka is still lucky, as she is still alive today. His strength did not decrease, the wind that he returned to produce actually strengthened. Caraka was shocked, widened both eyes and then took some distance to be wary of him.
“You should just shut up there.”
Despite being wary, Caraka did not hesitate even when he returned to prepare his attack. The whirling wind that passed through the force between them, the fire and wind felt fused even for a moment.
Raka uses the technique of expanding the range of attack, stretching both hands and immediately the wind blows themselves widely to all areas there.
The wind at first glance felt harmless, only blowing it gently but after a while, there appeared several incision wounds all over Caraka's body. It was as if slashed by the daggers that numbered in the thousands.
“Yes, I ..hm, I'm not used to polite speech. Maybe it would be better this way, even though I still lose later.”
Caraka would indeed not be daunted with just such a slow attack. Even if he wanted to avoid it he certainly did since then, but he was waiting for the right timing.
Shortly after Raka's technique slashed all parts of the body until blood continued to flow out, Caraka again let out fire from his back and formed half a wing on his left back.
“What is it?” Raka muttered and wondered what was on Caraka's back.
“You must have never seen this before.”
The swooosh!!
Caraka flapped her wings wide, a gust of wind that was hot and strong enough to make Raka's view blur. It felt so hot that the white smoke continued to surround Raka and make her skin flushed red.
“This ..?!”
Cracks! Cracks!
Even every feather on the wing could be used as a weapon, crashing down on Raka with a blow that was harder and stronger than before.
Before all the feathers were stuck into Raka's body, he threw it with a strong wind. The rustling of the bushes and grasses that were seen were uprooted one by one, flying them into the sky.
The drap! The drap!
“I've guessed it's impossible to fight it alone,” Inner Raka.
He ran very fast, while Caraka was busy surviving the strong wind. Taking this opportunity so that he was released from his grasp, but in a short time Caraka returned to pursue.
“Hah?!”
So surprised he gaped while looking back. Didn't expect that Caraka had cleverly anticipated the attack earlier.
“I'll do it again!” Raka firmly. Back using techniques extending the attack range.
“Oh, he's pretty dangerous. Using this technique twice was as if an ordinary technique. He must be a top-level member of Miss Gista,” he thought as he stopped for some time when faced with the wind that cut him again.