Zena: The Last Fight
Bazleen

"I challenge you to a duel!"

After scanning the situation, the troops below were already desperate, the state of Adhikari and Chendrik made it impossible to fight. That sentence eventually came to mind. So straightforwardly said, full of confidence and no doubt.

Hirata laughed feeling no need to face Zena's challenge because she was just a woman who was definitely weak helpless.

"I'm flattered, but I'm not interested in a duel with a woman" he said, shaking his shoulders and flicking his lips.

Zena stepped increasingly eroding the distance between them.

"really? What if I was a woman?" ask Zena who is now standing under the spotlight that shows her beautiful face.

Hirata furrowed his brows, smiling he said, "It is unexpected that if you are still this young, I thought you were an experienced middle-aged woman. It turns out that only young people never have a calculation."

Hirata laughed before continuing his words, "From us dueling weapons, it's better for us to duel. How's it?"

Both of his eyebrows played out, teasing the expressionless Zena.

"That will happen if you manage to touch me within seconds," Zena said with a sweet smile teasing the turbulent vein.

Hirata laughed crisply until all his rows of teeth were clearly visible even his closed eyes created a trace of wrinkles at both corners.

"Well, if you are able to defeat me then me and my men will leave this city, but if I manage to defeat you, the following headquarters of this city will be under my control. Including you!" firmly Hirata accused Zena haughtily.

Chendrik reacted, he growled while trying to move, but his body was not supportive. Fall back on the roof floor with fatigue. Adhikari helped him, they were both like a cow being forced to plow incessantly.

"Fuck you, Hirata! You think our town's betting material, huh!" snarled Chendrik with great difficulty.

"Then, if it wasn't that I'd get what as a winner? Your head? I'm sure there's no price or your son's head? I'm sure your son is worth more than you" Hirata said with an irritating laugh.

"Dam-"

"Already, Chendrik. Don't serve him, he's just a braggart. Every word was empty, a big mouth, but there was no real proof. I'm sure, if it wasn't for the help of the weapons and the people who worshiped him, he wouldn't have been able to occupy the Eagle's Eye like this, right now" Zena said quickly.

His calm carry, indeed worthy of a thumbs up. Not provoked, or carried away.

"Bad! You want me to prove it? Okay, I'll prove it!" he said as he pulled a sword on one of the bodies of his body.

Hirata ran while unsheathing the sword, his huge body incomparable to Zena's. Of course, the energy he had was much greater than the girl.

Trang!

The sound of iron clashing caused sparks that were clearly visible in the darkness.

"Only a cowardly man is willing to accept a challenge from a woman. Moreover, the woman was only an innocent young girl, but she did not care," Adhikari muttered increasingly provoking Hirata who had already attacked blindly.

Zena swung the samurai, fending off and attacking. He jumped while slashing, but Hirata was able to hold it. One kick he gave to the man's stomach, but because it was not so strong just to make Hirata backward without feeling any pain at all.

"Lumayan," he sneered while patting the stomach of Zena's kick.

"Lumayan said? I saw him grimacing earlier, it was a sign that Big Brother's kick was not how much it must have left pain," chirped a boy whose whereabouts were unknown.

"Damn! Apparently they wanted to provoke me into not being able to concentrate. Just see if your ways will work." Hirata muttered as he stood face to face with Zena.

Zena ran agilely, her right hand grasping the samurai ready to be cut. The iron clashed again, this time Zena attacked and Hirata defended. Time and time again he was almost cut off, but fate still sided with him. Zena did a salto hit her head until it fell down.

With a quick movement, he kicked Hirata's hand until the sword was thrown away. Zena stomped on his chest, smoothing the samurai right around the man's neck.

"You lost," said Zena with certainty.

Hirata glanced at the end of the panicked samurai Zena. There was a slight fear in his eyes.

"I'll forgive you if you're willing to leave this city of ours with all your people!" zena pressed her foot against Hirata's chest.

His small body was just a trick, in which hidden a great power beyond that of the mafia chief.

"Well, I'm ...."

With a quick movement Hirata raised Zena's legs using both of his hands. The girl floated up, but quickly regained control of her body. Zena made a salto before landing. Hirata laughed while standing up straight.

"You think it's that easy to beat me? I'm not that weak, sweet girl," Hirata said as he ran while grabbing the sword that had slipped from his hand.

His attacks were changing, brutal and vicious. If only not quickly dodged, then Zena would have been hit by a sword.

"I kind of recognize how to fight. Have we met before?" ask Hirata. All four of those black lips smiled as they continued to move against Zena.

"I'm sure I've. You're even more than familiar with him" said Zena, continuing to retreat while fending off the attacks.

He admits Hirata was a formidable opponent throughout his combat journey with the villains. Maybe that's why he could be the head of all the mafia groups.

"Your face reminds me of someone, but I forgot or I don't care." He laughed crisply, Zena slightly provoked to his guard and caused him to be cornered.

Hirata kicked his hand and the never-missing samurai Zena had to be thrown in the end. Hirata's left hand grabbed her by the neck, Zena was unable to move her head to look at the samurai.

He throws Zena's body into the corner of the roof. Blood squeezed from one of his lips, coughing as he tried to get up. Hirata approached and again strangled her neck, forcing her to stand up despite grimacing in pain.

"I remember now, your face is very similar to her. Yeah, Bazleen. She ... but I've been killing her for a very long time. Why are you so similar to him?" hirata said smiling mocking Zena who was holding his hand.

"Zena?" Chendrik limped, he stumbled over. However, once the edge of his body again bounced backwards, crashing into the roof wall. Blood spurted from his mouth, his chest felt tight.

"Chendri!" Adhikari came to help, he helped the head of the headquarters to sit down. His condition was getting worse, external injuries and internal injuries were experienced by Chendrik.

"Ze-zena!" he nodded while holding his chest.

"Sister! Daddy!" Cheo gasped at Zena's cornered state and Chendrik was mortally wounded.

The boy jumped off the back of the Tigris and ran to attack Hirata using the nunchaku in hand.

"Take off my brother, you're a criminal!" he shouted while hitting my nunchaku in hand.

However, no reaction whatsoever occurred, Hirata's body seemed immune from pain. Cheo's attack had no effect. Hirata glanced sharply, both of Zena's eyes widened looking at Cheo's small body not far from them.

The chairman again threw Zena's body heartlessly, turned to face Cheo and stepped closer. His face looks angry, but Cheo challenges him instead.

"Him ...!"