The Ambush of Flame pt. 4

Kumoyak. A second act of the dance which performed by both Santi Waraney and Wengkow Waraney to honor some events like prince marriage or cultural ceremony. The name of the dance is Kabasaran.

Kumoyak drives from the word koyak that means swinging a sharp weapon (ex: blades and spears). This is the time where a Waraney repeatedly moves up and down, back and forth, to calm their mind from their warring rage.

Santi Waraney would practice this dance in a battle to accumulate power from all the rage they gain. The angrier they are, the faster they move, the harder they hit. As for Sahasya, he's beyond annoyed. Nothing ever made him this mad (from a physical wound at least).

After kicking the Suanggi's chest with his knee, Shasya quickly dashed back at the speed of flickering light. He's lost from that pseudo man's sight for a second. But before the man was even able to reach the ground back after being floated, Sahasya was already back with his foot high in the air.

*Crack!*

It was a clean hit to his neck. I don't know the taxonomy of a Suanggi, but I can hear the sound of broken bones coming from it.

Through the blazing flames raging above the burning ground, the Suanggi fly at insane speed with black shaded blood puked out of his mouth. I could see him screaming in pain, even though not a single voice came out of him.

"How is it felt to be on the receiving end?" Sahasya's eyes lit up, they were scorched by his wrath. Glowing eyes can only mean one thing in this New World. A skill is being cast.

Sahasya jumped back and stabbed his [Santi] into the ground. Orange light came out of its blade and rode the ground faster than a bolt of lightning could strike, moving in a zig-zag manner, dodging every flame and obstacle.

Till it arrived right under the Suanggi, a flaming spear spawn from its spot and pushed itself into his back. The headbanded man found himself flying high in the air, away from all the burning things, yet highly vulnerable.

[Fire Arts]

[4th Level]

"(Repeated Drive)"

"Karis Pendhak!"

Sahasya charged into the sky, with his blade burning with rage. He slashed the Suanggi's body, deep and fast, blood spurting like crazy from its wound. Then faster than a man could blink, he hopped back into the other side of the ground and went forward again to give his enemy a second slash.

He repeated his strike over and over at an unimaginable speed, that the Suanggi's body couldn't even move from being knocked back from every direction.

All eyes could see is just flashing orange light, brighter than an eclipse. The pseudo man slowly turns into piles of smoked black meat, minced into tiny pieces.

When Shahasya's wrath finally subsided. All that's left is ashes. He stood above a part of the forest which before was filled with lives, yet after was nothing more than a flat ground for ashes to fall.

"Huft…" He let out a huge sigh and let gravity pull him down. Now he lay limp, with his body slowly starting to lose its temperature. His wrath consumed too much of his stamina and mana, he could barely move a finger.

"Ah, butterfly… wake me up… later."