Swords And Words

Crumpled, bending below the ground, Miguel's eyes were bloodshot red! He quickly stood up and swung his Kris-sword.

"Either way, the days are both results of chance. Every time there's a fall of men, it comes and goes like falling rain. You who had experienced such is not enough of a reason to dare question a God!"

"Really?!" Miguel sliced through Bathala's defenses "Just like how the world and The Gods didn't care, I wouldn't give a damn!"

Miguel broke through, affected by his own anger, his strikes are faster and more volatile than ever! The heat of his pores from the constant swinging made him reddish.

"So... You were saying, just because I am a mortal then I have no say about Gods?!!!"

With trembling lips, twitching uncontrollably, Miguel laughed on his own.