Swordsman Without Friends
The Battle of Srianah (bag4).
Srianah was still lying weakly on the ground of his home yard, though he could not count it for sure, but he knew that the number of his bullies had been reduced by more than half. even though the rest of the opponent is still surrounded but most of them have broken their guts. slowly the girl tries to sit while looking around her.
Of all the remaining opponents, perhaps only the tall brown-robed burly who still had a murderous appetite, while others were just as shuddering to see the corpses of their dead comrades scattered. srianah's eyes stared fixed in one direction, unconsciously everyone also looked there.
At a distance of thirty steps from there, under one bamboo grove that had been partially broken and collapsed due to stray blows during the fight, three people were seen standing there. the front one was a young man in dark clothes with a black iron rod clasped in his left hand.a piece of black cloth wrapped around the handle of the stick.
Behind the handsome but pale young man with cold eyes was two more people.One was an old woman with a fear and worry seeing the situation in front of her. Srianah knew them well because the young man was none other than Pranacitra, the person closest to him, while the old grandmother was of course Mbah Tumi, one of his assistants in making processed herbal medicine.
The girl did not know how Tumi could come with Pranacitra and save her. Srianah was reluctant to think about it any further, as she was more interested in a girl in dark clothes with a pockmarked face of burn scars and her left eye-pickers present.
The strange thing is that even though this girl is flawed and shortsighted next door, but still looks sweet and attractive.whether by chance or not, the pock-faced girl was also looking at her. for a moment both pairs of their eyes seemed to clash with each other like no one would budge.
Finally the little girl who of course Rinai was throwing a face. her eyes instead swept around the yard. there were only seven people left including the tall brown-robed gondrong and the short silver shirt who still looked horrified mixed with rage at the death of his colleague.
That was when the young man with a black iron rod had already stepped into the middle of the courtyard, except for the tall one who was silent, everyone else was just as stunned as they almost laughed mockingly at the way the young man walked that was shaken dragging like a worm. ''Haa., ha. it turns out that he is just a hobo young man who is limping.'' their inner self laughed contemptuously.
''Are you okay, Srianah.? this early in the morning someone has made a fuss in your place. Tell me., you want me to punish them like what.?'' pranacitra asked without caring about the furious gaze of the confineers. Srianah put on a pouting face. ''I don't like it when you're a killer, but it's another situation now, so I allow you to finish them off as soon as possible.!''
''Okay.!'' that's the only word that said from the mouth of the limp. along with his body flashed forward.his black stick also rotated and then hit, clap and stab fiercely. there was only the prowess of the pitch-black light that flashed across the faces of the confineers.there was no chance for them to retreat or fend off.
'Whuuukk., whuuukk., wheeett.!'
'Praaaakk., raaaakk., caraaass.!'
'Aaaaakkh., aaakkh.!'
Next only the sound of the head bone breaking with the blood of the whole brain that sprinkled out which accompanied the roaring screams died. some still had time to wander before finally sprawled into corpses bathed in blood.
In his heart he regretted his innocence which was still hesitant to run away, but since the beginning of his appearance was also seen from the way the opponent walked with all the characteristics that exist in the young man, he said, he should no longer need to doubt about who this one human being is so that he can immediately run away as far as possible.
If only he had known before that this herbal medicine selling girl had the backing of a silat figure who had a very high magic to be feared throughout the martial universe and bore a variety of creepy nicknames, namely, even if he has a double life and is paid ten times more expensive, he will not dare to disturb the master girl herbal medicine even the tip of the hair.
The morning breeze that was usually fresh, now smelled of rancid and charred meat.in the middle of the courtyard stood two people facing each other. but strangely when on one side stepped forward the other step even backwards one or two acts with a trembling body. ''Kii., we both don't aa., there is a zinc cross, any dispute.this., this is all haa., just sal., misunderstanding..''
''Kep., fucker. jang., don't be too men., des., insist me. kii., we end sem., everything up to dis., here it is.'' said the brown robe stammering. despite being hit by feelings of horror and panic, silently both hands have been preparing the study 'Corang Sculpture Dedemit' to be thrown into the body of his opponent.
''Maybe you've heard of me out there. If people don't threaten me, I don't care about everything that other people do, but the problem is., you have tried to hurt this girl.just so you know., the last time there were more than two dozen members of the 'Grey Weasel' silat society including the chairman who I slaughtered for daring to hurt her.!''
''Aaish is very unlucky., since last night my stomach has not been filled. this morning I also have not had breakfast.I am very hungry.maybe, by killing you can slightly reduce my hunger..'' the echo of his words had not been exhausted but his right palm had been hunted to hit. a sprinkling of red light reeking of blood that spread hot air kicked off.stroke of the punch 'Tapak Blood Asks for Alms.!'
''You lame bastard.you., you are too pushy. I will fight souls with you.!'' rutuk the tall riled mixed with despair. from fear he turned reckless. The study of 'Chisel Dedemit' that he had prepared was immediately smashed into the face in a row to withstand the powerful blow of his opponent.
Four times a loud explosion occurred.The body of the tall man staggered while vomiting blood. with all his strength he returned to spewing his magic blows but everything collapsed swept by the science of opposing magic which was very feared by martial world warriors.
The last person who was not even known by name was also the origin of this roaring crazily when three red rays smelling of blood in the shape of a palm hit the head, the left chest and stomach until it broke and melted reddish to print a bloody palm.
His tall body had bounced far beyond ten steps.His life had already flown to the afterlife when his body had yet to arrive above the ground. the fierce battle that initially seemed clearly unbalanced when viewed from the number of invaders jamu jamu now even ended the opposite.
Everything happened so quickly and probably beyond human reason.In a very short time more than twenty migrants were lying into the bark of corpses drenched in blood. this scene must have been terrible for anyone who saw it.
But the two young people seemed to not care.at first they just stood looking at each other in the middle of the expanse of corpses without saying anything.the cold morning wind blew carrying the scent of blood and falling leaves. I don't know who started it first, now both of them are hugging while closing their eyes.