SURO
The figure behind the Cloak

*POV Author

The night was getting late, making Dita melanglang buana in her dream. He was not aware of the danger that came to see him. His sleep is getting better, evident from the sound of snoring that is quite noisy for a woman's snoring.

From under the bed, a person with no visible face glanced upwards, confirming the black robe he was wearing. He began to creep, coming out from under the bed after hiding for a while there.

The mysterious person in this robe slowly moved, appearing right at Dita's head. His presence was disguised by darkness, as he chose a cloak color similar to darkness.

This strange figure smiled until his teeth were seen, and he began to raise both hands that were holding a knife to pass through his head.

Swing the knife towards Dita who was sleeping and....

Jem!!!

The knife stuck to the pillow, just as Dita opened her eyes and dodged quickly. Bita gasped, looking at the sparkling blade now beside her face.

He looked up, when the knife came back to him. Dita moved quickly, rolling forward, followed by the cloaked figure who floated a knife to her right side, intending to slash at anything nearby.

Dita's long hair pulled up as she moved, making her tip slashed by a knife that almost hit her back. Hair flying.

This girl stood on the bed, levitating her kick at the figure in her room. The robe leaped backwards, but was pushed close to the wall due to the narrow but elongated size of the room.

Dita lunged, swinging her fist at the desperate robe, but her punch missed, as in the cloak dodged by tilting her head in the opposite direction.

The robe wrapped his hands around Dita's arms, which were still glued to the wall. He locked Dita from the side and then turned the knife in his fingers. The knife rotated, and came to a halt when the blade pointed at Dita's body.

Lay the knife again and again, making Dita's breath roar because she was not allowed to rest for a moment.

Dita grimaced, returned the grip of the mysterious person as her grip, then set her foot against the wall, making the wall of her pedestal stand. His body spun forward, making the black robe locked in Dita's hand, rolled and slammed into the floor with Dita's elbow ready to hit him.

But suddenly, the legs of the robe lifted, making Dita wide when she realized that her neck was now the target of the lockdown.

"Gram!!" Dita growled, as a strong giggle felt wrapped around her neck.

The robe pulled Dita's neck towards her, keeping Dita locked between her crotch. He twisted his body, making Dita who was pinched, crashing in the position of the face down.

The robe sits with its legs crossed, where Dita's back is the seat of her seat. He again swung the knife that had not been separated from his grasp.

"Brengs*k you! How dare I interrupt my sleep!!" furious Dita while putting her two hands on the floor, as if in a push-up position. The robe fell silent, when it felt its body lift up from the floor along with Dita's body that was getting up.

"Gue just a dream so an angel who lives happily in heaven, while riding Pramadi fly, huaaaaa!!" Dita squealed, like a monster that was emitting fire. He was very angry because his beautiful dreams had to be destroyed because he woke up from sleep.

In the lift of the body of the robe, like a smack down scene on tv. He prepared to slam the robe to the floor, and...

The draaaak!!!

The robe treaded perfectly on the floor, making Dita clench her teeth in annoyance.

"Bedeb*h you!! Show your face!! How dare you attack someone who is sleeping well!! I really cannot forgive!!" screeches while putting up fighting horses.

The robe did the same. He put horses to fight with a knife he held in front of his face.

Leaning towards the cloak's feet, the horses rested on one stronger side to defend and one side prepared to attack. Dita frowned, feeling familiar with the horses of the black robe.

"The Vilhgasth'anhm family's defensive horses?" muttered Dita inwardly, while glancing at her own feet. "That means the figure behind this robe is one race and one family with me??" inner again.

They hit each other, until their bodies were blown apart. Dita moved after hitting the table, and the robe also moved after his body hit the wall.

Dita grimaced, feeling pain in her stomach. The robe put on the horses again, this time the knife was not in front of his face, but on the right side with his arms wide open. The cloak's legs are now parallel, open as wide as his shoulders.

Dita was jolted when she realized it. "That's.. The horses of the DwuosGasth'anhm family?! So, he's not from the Vilhgasth'anhm family?! But, how could one have the typical fighting style of another family?" inner again.

The DwuosGasth'anhm race has the hallmark of fighting like dancing, they combine beauty and true strength.

Confused when the robe attacked, they faced close enough, and when Dita was about to attack, suddenly the robe jumped and then did a three-sided kick. Dita who did not have time to dodge, only able to fend off the attack. The first attack on the right shoulder is able to be fielded, the second attack on the left shoulder is able to be fielded. The third attack, Dita prepared to fend off as her legs were pointed to the right side of her face.

Dita formed a defense, by crossing her arms to the right side of her face, but all of a sudden...

Dita's eyes widened, when the kick suddenly changed towards the top.

Uh!!!

Dita's face hit the tip of the shoe from the robe, making her lips hurt even though Dita had dodged by taking a step back.

Dita smiled as she licked the traces of blood that came out from between her lips. He looked at his opponent while grinning. "The horses of the Vilhgasth'anhm race, the fighting style of the DwuosGasth'anhm race and lastly, the drifting and trick kicks? Hehe, that.. I am from Dicth'anhm. So, who's the brengs*k without this fighting identity?" ask Dita with her eyes wide open.

The robe only stood stiff, it did not budge and did not answer in the slightest. He again mounted the horses towards Dita, preparing to receive an attack or attack.

"The intruder b*bi, it's the race horses MeyhiGasth'anhm know!!" said Dita, as if he had run out of patience with the person in front of him.

"This time I will show you how the deadly attack of our race is" he said, leaning straight, flat on his back.

He stomped one leg, kicked straight up, made the robe retreat in desperation. When the robe lifted his head, he gasped as the room light flashed, and Dita disappeared from before him.

He looked around, but unexpectedly, Dita appeared in an unexpected place.

"Take me?" ask him while putting his head on the robe's shoulders. The robe was surprised, but unexpectedly, the robe was able to switch, making Dita surprised because only this time her quick attack could be read by others.

Even so, the robe had a weak avoidance point. We swung the legs, until this one attack made the robe fall down. Dita immediately locked both arms of the cloak, making him who fell down to release the weapon he had been holding.

Dita gasped, when feeling familiar with the fragrance of the hair of the robe.

"B.. No way, right?" he said he didn't believe.

The robe tried to rebel, but Dita who overstimulated her back body did not budge. Press Dita on the head of the robe down, until her cheeks touch the floor.

Dita's one hand pressing down on the head trembled, she was nervous before opening the robe and knowing who the figure behind it was.

When Dita pulled the robe, there was shiny black hair and a sharp look from the perpetrator who infiltrated her room.

"Elu.." muttered Dita flabbergasted. "Mr Suro Kesdicth'Anhm?" he continued with a trembling voice.

"Currently, get you away from my body!" furious Suro.

"Why.. Why would you want to kill someone who's dedicated to you?"

*the*Author POV End

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