The Revenge of the fallen (on going)

As the Spaniards returned to the island of Mactan, to seek revenge for Magellan's death, Chieftain Lapu-Lapu and his comrades are preparing for the tribe's greatest battle yet to be unfold.

They know for the fact that sword and might won't give much impact, compared to the enemy's guns and cannons alike.

But that doesn't stop them nor has given them doubts on winning the battle of their lives.

Having Lapu-Lapu on their side, a demi-god spawned from the god of volcano, Vulcan and a warrior chief Hilda, the people are very much assured that their chief will not disappoint them and will never turn them down whatever problem the village may face.

"The wind is changing its mood" Lapu-Lapu said.

"They must be somewhere around the surrounding seas I reckon" he added.

"Prepare all our "Mandirigma"! We shall not let them sees and conquer what is ours!"

A moment of silence has felt as Lapu-Lapu prayed to Bathala for protection and guidance.

"Bathala, please don't let your people lose from the greedy invaders. Fill our hearts with courage and give us strength to overcome what havoc we may be facing soon."

Lapu-Lapu has always been dear to Bathala and he always listen to whatever Lapu-Lapu's request. Lapu-Lapu hving a heart so pure, that no God can resist.

But little did he know, because of that trait, it will also bring him something he won't be expecting in the future.

"The time has come!" he exclaimed as he sees a group of warship heading towards the shore.

The fleet is being led by Lancelot, a handsome young man but full of anger in his heart.

(my cat is giving birth ATM, sorry I need to pause but I'll be back for sure °^°)/