Swordsman Without Friends
Injured to kill.
The two young men in red woven cloths grinned furiously.Their greasy black faces looked increasingly dark. even so, the two people who came from a small island cluster located very far to the east of the island of Lombok did not dare to act carelessly.one of them with a higher body named Cavongwa whispered '' My friend Tabahu., the person named Klowor Gombor I heard has great magic, scabies in his hands are very hard also poisonous..''
''I also know that, but we both have great women. Since adventuring came to the land of Bali and Java a year ago, what dangers have we never faced.?''
''Also, we have both been struggling to reach the Cliff of Death, three martial artists who tried to get in the way during the journey here can also be removed.so what we need to fear..'' said his colleague who was short-bodied and named Tabahu while snorting around his machete weapon.
''He., he., you're right buddy. Anyway 'East Island Red Cross Pair' abstains from being made as it pleases. let this maniacal mangy feel the sharpness of our machete eyes, but., uh., it's good that I spoke a word or two with him first while gesturing his companion this person stepped in on the approach, while Tabahu moved to the left side.
''Klowor Gombor aka the 'Crazy Hands Scabies', the number eleven killer in the group of 13 Assassins, even though you have a big name but do not think we are then afraid of your bluff. haven't you seen our machete victim who still hasn't cooled this corpse.!'' hardik Cavongawa while his machete pointed at a corpse of a long-robed, gray-faced old granny.not far from his hand lay a short iron spear gun with two eyes in jet black. the gray-faced old grandmother died of a blood bath with long cuts on her shoulders and back as well as a large swipe on her stomach.
Klowor Gombor chuckled at the scratching of his head and hands. ''My eyes are not yet blind., from the features and also the weapons that he used this old man must be Nyai Grey or the 'Grandmother of the Heart Striker Spear.!''
Although outside the number eleven in the group of 13 Killer was seen grinning no matter, but actually in his heart was a bit surprised to see the death of Nyai Grey, too, because silat figures from the northern region is quite a name in the black world, according to his nickname with the black iron spear weapon the grandmother often targets the heart of her enemy.
''The trick is you know who he is too., good, maybe you can catch up with him to be a companion to hell.!'' as soon as his colleague's speech ended, a person named Tabahu quickly lunged forward with a swipe of his long machete that tipped flat. the initial target is the head and chest of the opponent.
Rongawa also did not stay silent.just a second passing from the movement of the Tabahu, bacokkan machete also followed with the same target.!
'Whuuut., sheet., beet.!'
''Haa., ha., can you be a scab.!'' tabahu Gelak.
In the words of Cavongawa and Tabahu, their red machete attack would both be able to at least severely injure the opponent.They initially deliberately broke away to break the attention of Klowor Gombor. the first attack actually came from Tabahu who was standing away, only Cavongwa followed a second behind him.
''After Nyai Grey to the afterlife.!'' rongawa cried bitterly. somewhat different from the style of his colleague who more often read from top to bottom, the movement of the machete otherwise almost always cut from the left right side of the opponent's body.
Do not be seen only the rough movement of reading and chopping without calculation, because in the attack of red machetes these two people stored a shocking destructive power.at first it was not felt, because in the attack of the red machete, but when in the middle of the stance suddenly spewed dozens of sharp wind lights that grabbed until able to make the clothes of the Mad Man's Hand Scabies torn, also his skin was cut into pieces.!
Klowor Gombor even chuckled, his two hands were burly and full of scabious scabs moving to hit at once swept through the machete attack vortex of his enemy. This madman seemed not to worry about his hand would break cut off.
'Whuuuk., Traang.!'
Two machetes glowed red and a pair of arms full of scabies boils smashed at each other, sweeping also slashing at incredible speeds of up to nearly ten moves. at the end of the clash there was a lot of splashing blood and a foul-smelling incision of flesh sprinkled.
The 'Crazy Hand Scabies' complained of being held back. While striking twice the empty hand blows containing high-powered heat, his body quickly clumped backwards. meanwhile 'A pair of East Island Red Cross' also move away from the death blow of his opponent.
As he strode the red machete in front of his chest the two curly-haired men laughed curledly, as he spoke and opened his voice, his tone sounded rather high quickly and slightly shrill.
''Haa., ha., apparently Klowor Gombor the Mad Hand Scabies is just an empty name.!''
''Huhm., a pair of scabies hands full of poison and as hard as iron, the mouth of the jungle patient is really a braggart.!'' Tabahu and Cavahwa were stupefied by the person standing ten steps ahead of him.
There Klowor Gombor stood still, his crazy behavior suddenly disappeared and changed into horror and confusion.This man was like turning into a moron. a pair of his big arms full of scabies boils look full of blood mixed with rotten pus. some to make the flesh and ulcers scabies cut off.
''Soon the group of 13 Assassins will have to find a replacement number eleven., it could be that we are both going to replace him..''
''Provided the rewards are great., I don't mind either., Ha., ha.!'' back two people were insulting the Crazy Hand Scabies.
The man in fine clothes and scabbard whose hair was cut long between left and right suddenly grinned. His mouth chuckled small and then looked up and spouted a loud laughter that shook the whole place, at once sweep away the laughter of a pair of Eastern Islands Red Parang.!
''Haa., ha., ha., replacing me with number eleven in the group of 13 Assassins., hehm., if you want to fantasize don't get too high, then you can go crazy like me..'' klowor Gombor said as his pinky scratched his dirty nose matches and snot.
Both of his opponents gasped in shock, not only because of the attitude of Klowor Gombor who returned to grin like a fool and was less sane, but more than that. I don't know since when a pair of injured arms full of bloody boils of rotten pus has returned to normal, intact without the slightest injury, even a trace of blood is also not there. likewise dozens of machete wounds on other parts of the body.all of them dry closed even though there are still marks.of course also his clothes that remain bloody stained.
''You do not need to think much, later after meeting Nyai Grey the 'Ganco Granny Heartbearers' in hell, you can try to ask this problem, who knows he can answer it. ha., ha., ah.!''
The laughter of Klowor Gombor continued to be heard mixed with pain-filled screams from the mouth of a pair of East Island Red Parang.The two men threw their weapons and scratched their itchy hands to the point of injury, the wound was very fast rotting and festering. Next arose dozens of scabies boils on almost all their bodies. a very itchy and sore feeling made them continue to scratch until the foul festering wound spread.
Along with the sound of heart-wrenching roars, the bodies of the two men were lying dead covered with wounds of foul-smelling boils. apparently Klowor Gombor deliberately made both arms of his scabies injured by the enemy's machete in order to be able to transmit malignant poison to the opponent's body through the splash of his blood scabies.!
From behind the dense trees, Pranacitra could not survive anymore to vomit. The foul air and the sight of death that had just occurred in front of him made this young man aware, he said, a crazy killer does have his own way that is sometimes beyond reason to be able to finish the lives of his victims.