Zena: The Last Fight
Threats

Zena kicked William's ass when the man faltered. They descend the second floor to the first floor of the villa, followed by Cheo and his entourage. William takes Zena to the right of the villa, a passageway that leads to the back of the building.

While Cheo, towards the left towards the side of the villa where the five girls Zena had saved were previously waiting. The Tigris walked vigilantly behind them, the large animal turned around and growled as its animal instincts reacted.

"Roll!" His loud roars shook the floor they were grinding. Cheo sped up their steps hearing the warning from the Tigris.

"Quick! Hurry along! Someone's coming, your friends are waiting there!" cheo exclaimed half-whispering as he waved his hand pointing towards the darkness of the forest.

Despite the fear and confusion of seeing corpses scattered everywhere, the five girls still obeyed Cheo's orders. They accelerated the pace of the foot without a sound. Grasping each other, shoulder to shoulder to be able to run from the cursed place.

Cheo approached the Tigris after making sure they were gathered with the others. The mighty eagle went flying through the clouds. Almost noiseless, smooth and fast.

"What's wrong?" The Tigris replied with a growl. The beast retreated followed by Cheo who understood. They hid behind a pillar waiting for the arrival of a group of people from the front of the villa.

"There's more? And they're after Brother" Cheo murmured. The boy crouched down beside the Tigris hiding behind the darkness of the wall without any lights.

The group moved simultaneously besieging Zena who was walking in the hallway.

"Stop!" they shouted to stop the steps of the veiled girl who took two of their members hostage.

Zena pecked on the spot, flipping over William's body as well as Laila to face the group that had just come.

"William! Goody! Where are you taking him?" Someone appeared from behind the group while clapping.

"Tu-sir ...?" The man froze, his body moving uneasily.

Zena knit her eyebrows at the figure of the fat man who had just appeared. One corner of his lips lifted when he recognized his figure. The trajectory of events about the abandoned factory and the girls with a terrible condition, looms in memory.

Is correct. He was the head of the group, a small group of mobsters who kidnapped girls and children for trafficking. He ran away that time, but this time Zena won't let him escape.

"Are you going to be a traitor by showing him where we keep those people?" the snaps again echoed in the hallway that was not how wide it was.

"N-no, Sir!" Staggered. He glanced at the silent Zena not winking behind him. In fact, the girl was devising a strategy on how to kill that fat bastard.

"You fool, William! And you too, Laila! Where is your brain now? Are you no longer able to think? You're going to lure that headquarters to come and screw things up!" flaming.

William and his sister glanced at each other with their heads bowed. For the time being, Zena was more terrifying than the fat man she called the master. None said, the two kept their lips tightly locked. William's skull brushed when a cold object touched the surface of his skin covered with scarves.

His lips folded, eyes closed tightly, fists tightened, resisting body shakes. The girl behind his body had no voice at all.

Look at the eyes of the fat man resting on the small tall figure behind the two brothers. Both ends of his eyebrows knitted when his eyes squeaked trying to recognize the figure behind the veil.

"Hi, old man! We meet again!" greeting Zena still disguises her voice so William does not recognize her.

William's body bristled, blood rippled at Zena's cold voice after a long silence. In her head, Zena was the real figure of the lifemaker.

Zena grinned sharply behind the veil, only the wrinkles on the edges of both eyes that characterize her smiling. The fat man deepened the wrinkles trying to recognize the figure behind the coverings.

"You two are just as stupid! You know Laila, that gun only has one bullet. I deliberately only put one because it is likely that you will betray me," said the fat man as if he did not care about the lives of both.

The fear in William changed angry, in vain he carried out the task well all this time. Seeking information to kidnap the teenage girls requested by their Chief.

Zena laughed, the group brought by the man moved cautiously, while the chairman they just squealed dislike.

"You're sure there's only one bullet in here, old man!" Zena moved the weapon over William's shoulder aiming at the target, "what if I. dor! Shoot your mouth! Ah, no! Nah! It will make you die easily. I don't want it" Zena pointed the tip of the weapon at the other target.

"Heh, don't brag! I gave the weapon and I made sure of it" he said confidently.

The dorrr!

"Aragh!"

Their bodies stiffened for a moment. One hot lead that Zena released right hit the heart of one of the people she was carrying. He fell down while holding the left chest that was pouring blood profusely.

Fuhooh! Zena blew the tip of the muzzle of the weapon in her hand that was billowing smoke.

"A good weapon. This is the best kind of weapon, and you gave it to that plain girl. I'll keep it as a gift for our meeting." Zena raised her gaze again, then slipped the weapon beside her body.

Zena removes William until the man's body hits the wall. Look at what is hidden behind the body. It was not the weapon he feared, but the samurai Zena held in his hands that left William unflappable.

The eyes of the fat man widened when he recognized the blood-soaked samurai in Zena's hands. He retreated and hid among his group.

"You're-you ...?" A sweat the size of corn seeds sprung up to seep until it fell soaking his neck and back.

"I don't think you still know me" Zena said, playing a samurai in hand.

Seeing the opportunity, William grasped Laila's fingers. He asked his brother to run through the back door. However, just a few steps running they immediately stopped when found the Tigris guarding the door. This time, Zena won't let anyone escape from that place.

"Kill him!" the fatherly man's word after a long silence looked at the figure of Zena who imprinted in memory. They moved in unison to surround Zena.

While the man continued to retreat leaving his group. However, the move that had just been about to go, had to stop as Cheo blocked his path with the nunchaku in hand.

He gulped, the boy was as dangerous as Zena. Still fresh in memory, how agile the hand played the legendary weapon.

"Hallo, old man! We meet again" he said with a grin on his lips. The man had to pull out a gun. He pointed it at Cheo's head.

"This time I'll make sure you die in my hands!" threaten her.

The beleaguered Zena became wary of seeing the ten-year-old having to deal with the firearm.

"Cheo!"

"Dor!"