*DAAANG!*
The two swords clashed.
*Shang! Shing! Tang! Teng!*
All that Miguel could do is defend and brace himself from the force that was coming from the Bathala.
Then a scrap of the sword's blade fell. Miguel could see that his sword is already breaking...
Specks of dust descended like falling leaves, blinding Miguel at each strike.
While he desperately endured, the God began contemplating and appeared to be thinking.
He stopped his strikes, the sword that was about to rip Miguel's arm vanished. Then a loud voice roared atop his lungs saying,
"There are days when I looked at the infinite horizon below my kingdom as I walked down the clouds. It was during somedays when the red sea with bamboo stalks are stretched to the heavens. Mortals did what they usually do, the moon played hide and seek among the stars. Laughter thundered and weaved in and out of the rows of all that breathed life."
