Story of Mystery 2
MYSTERY OF RIMBA BARA: Attack in the Midnight

"What do you think of Ki Raganata?" ask Baskara to Si Jabrik on his way back to the cottage.

"Difficult to understand," that's all that came out of his mouth.

The moon is getting brighter, not a single cloud disturbing the beautiful radiance. Arriving at the Baskara cottage directly to his room, while Si Jabrik headed to the wooden cot in front of the cottage.

The night air is not so cold this time, but Si Jabrik aka Watu Aji does not feel sleepy. To drive away the boredom of his flagship weapon that is just laid under the cots. Sword King.

Observing the sword, there was a sense of pride in having the King Sword which was the legacy of his teacher. In addition to its sharpness, the Sword King has a powerful storm-like fighting power when accompanied by deep exertion.

And uniquely, the Sword King is not just anyone able to lift it, only those who have been allowed by the owner are able to lift the sword. Therefore, do not worry for Watu Aji to lay his sword just like that, because the sword will be heavy not playing if just anyone took it.

He recalled more than a week ago, a village passed by on the way, a village that was like a typhoon, here and there houses were badly damaged, he said, and the bodies of the people were scattered with wounds like sharp weapons. In the presumption must have been the work of robbers or criminals glorified. He tried to find the surviving victims to extract information, and then found a middle-aged man with a sad condition hugging the corpse of a woman, who was likely his wife. He tried to help, but seeing the wounds suffered, it was very unlikely to survive.

"Who did this, Father?" ask him at that time.

Instead of answering the question, the middle-aged man asked for something, "Please Kisanak...."

To relieve his heart he replied, "He Father, I will help you, I better treat your wounds first."

The man shook his head weakly, as if he had known, his life could not be helped, "Cape lord, he was with his brother... Baras.please, sir.from the evil threat...."

That's the last sentence that can be said by the middle-aged man, although still alive, his mouth is not able to say, his breath has been deflated, and soon stopped, for good.

Actually he was shocked when he first invited Kakang Baskara to the cottage calling the name Laras and Tanjung, and more surprised when he had known about their story to get lost from the narrative of Baskara. The world is so small. He had found the daughter of the dying man he had met. But really could not be informed about the death of his parents to Cape or Laras, fearing would make sadness in their hearts, then decided, let after finding a way home, will only be told. That is if they managed to escape from this mysterious place.

The brocade!

One shocking voice gave off Si Jabrik's daydream, his eyes turned to the origin of the voice. The shock he saw from the darkness seemed dozens of flashing red dots. Reflex he rose, his two hands grasping the Sword King as a shield. His instincts give a sign of danger.

Justright. From the direction of the trees on the left side of the hut sprung black figures, red dots that he first saw the eyes of these creatures. They moved quickly towards the young man, without a sound.

So close, without further ado, the safest hit Watu Aji's body. Lucky moonlight helped his view of the presence of the attackers, he swiftly dodged backward and with lightning jumped forward to knock the Sword King with his whip.

The fight cannot be avoided. Jabrik believes, these attackers are called the Gulot, because they have a human-like stature, but with sharp claws decorate their nails.

The slamming may be said to be the state of Si Jabrik, but neither is in danger, because in the crown of dozens of enemies and avoid sharp nails, must his body bouncy to and fro. But the attacks of his enemies can not be said to be regular, as if only hunting to tear the small body Watu Aji.

After a dozen moves, start a few strokes about the enemies. Surprisingly, every time an enemy was slammed into a sword swipe, one of his attackers jumped and leaned on his possibly wounded friend, and left the arena, and so on, the longer the enemy decreases.

In the hut, Baskara was meditating, quiet, forgetting his existence as a virtual dweller. While solemn, his sensitive ears hear sounds of some kind of impact coming from outside. At first he ignored it, but the voices continued to interfere. Then opened his eyes, and sharpened his hearing. The sound he heard continued. He frowned. He slowly got up and opened the door carefully, afraid to wake Laras and Tanjung, so out of the hut, he saw Si Jabrik was standing by clasping his sword in front of his chest.

"Will you just fight Watu Aji?'

"Who. with whom?" ask Baskara back.

"The Gulot Kakang," a short reply came out of Si Jabrik's mouth.

The Gulot? Those demonic creatures have started terrorizing them? If so, it is a threat worth being aware of. "Lucky you managed to drive them away," Baskara's hand patted Watu Aji's shoulder.

"Some I've either injured or I've killed Kakang." His feet stepped over the upturned wooden divan and set it in its original position.

Baskara looked back and forth, "Maybe you just hurt me, I didn't see a single corpse?' He sat his ass on the wooden couch beside the young man who had sat first.

"They took him."

Baskara felt strange with the young man's answer, "Really? Loyal friends of the Gulot is," he said, unable to hold a smile.

"Either do they mean Brother, every time someone is cut by my sword, one of their friends immediately jumps up and carries away the opponent I just released. It is indeed strange," he replied in a puzzled tone.

"Could the Gulots be against you Watu Aji?" ask Baskara then.

"Quick, ferocious, but not clever...."

"Hey? Why did you say you weren't smart?"

"In fact the wolves of yesterday were better able to serve my fighting taste, Kakang" he replied lightly.

A crisp laugh came out from Baskara's mouth, "But you need to remember Watu Aji, if they are indeed the Gulots, your opponent just now is still the lowest level of the Devils, the Devil, would you still dare to meet a higher level?"

The one in question did not answer, but seeing the look on Watu Aji's face that turned excited, Baskara could conclude, there was not a single shred of fear dwelling in the young man's chest.

"You know what I'm more worried about Adi?" he said while still looking at Si Jabrik's face. Watu Aji.

"Rain. Not always the day will be bright like this, and try to think, what is your fate when it arrives?"

Watu Aji pensively pensively, "I'm fine Kakang, rain is just water."

"Don't you say that, maybe it won't kill you, but it can make your body fall ill, it's good tomorrow we take the time to make a small hut roofless, though not walled, just a place where you take shelter when it rains."

The young man with the hair nodded, "Well if Kakang feels it is necessary," he raised the King's Sword that was originally placed beside him and threw it under the couch.

Seriate.