134 Unexpected Appearance/Business (1/2)
Shaking and unavoidably shat his pants.
The Spanish soldier who was just about to cut Lapu-Lapu into half could only let go of his sword after witnessing the out-of-this-world madness showed by the chieftain of the Mactan island.
Fear struck him like a dog as he quickly turned around to flee.
BANG!~
\”Covarde...\”
Magellan shot his fleeing men, resulting in a gaping bloody hole in his head. He despises cowards and people that disobey his command the most.
Lapu-Lapu had a confused look on his face. Why would his captain suddenly kill his own men?
\”My command is to advance. Never retreat.\” Magellan explained in his language.
Lapu-Lapu on the other side seems to understand what he was talking about judging from the language written in Magellan's burning determined eyes.
\”In our veins, flow the blood of the glorious explorer and fighter. Traveled across the boundless sea, and fought battles more than you can imagine.\” Magellan said as he slowly advanced alone towards the standing madman.
His right hand is raised, giving a signal to his men that this certain fight is his to finish. Lapu-Lapu on the other side seemed to understand the gesture and ordered his men to stay back and mind their own fights.
Leader to Leader. Just as it should be.
The unstoppable raging swords of the west has finally met the ferocious thick blades of the southeast island.
\”It takes more than courage to face you natives of this land. I came for God, the Gold, and the Glory.\” Magellan said as their distance slowly thinned. He dropped his gun and swapped it with the long sharp sword on his hand - pointing it at Lapu-Lapu's face.
\”I am guided by the light of God and in the name of King Philip, we will take over this land under your fallen corpse, king of Indios. And by doing so, we will name this land under our own king! It shall be called Philippines!\”
\”This is Maharlika!~\” Lapu-Lapu shouted followed by a furious charge towards the white warrior.
CLAAAANGK!~
Their swords met with the wild splashes of the waves on the background together with the sparks of their metal weapons.
The sun was finally revealing its rays on the east and the dark silhouettes have finally released their hidden colors.
A bulky half-naked brown man and an armor-clad European brandished their swords furiously at each other, creating sparks here and there together with their manic shouts and rage.
ORAAH!!~
CLANG!~
HAH!~
CLANG!~
Magellan's move was exceptionally fluid and calculated. With his quick wits and sharp eyes, he managed to avoid and create exceptional counterattacks that aim to take advantage of Lapu-Lapu's wild hacks.
It was like an elusive Spanish Matador dodging and guiding every charge of the fierce bull. He was indeed not just an ordinary captain, but a warrior tempered by studying and countless battles. It was obviously not his first time taking on a fierce native warrior.
Their fight was like the centerpiece of the battlefield. All the warrior from both sides understood the mood and eventually gave space to their ever-evolving clash.
And as usual, Magellan's flexible maneuver allowed him to create glaring wound all over his opponent's body. Meanwhile, Lapu-Lapu's heavy cutlass could only create large dents all over Magellan's armor - preserving the latter's life and giving him the eventual upper hand in the battle.
\”Curvar-se ao rei da Espanha!\” Magellan shouted in wild confidence as he continued to intentionally pierce Lapu-Lapu's body with his sword while avoiding the vital spots to lengthen his entertainment.
He was telling the chieftain of the Mactan island to bow under the king of Spain.
Thud!
Finally, succumbing to the intense pain of the glaring wounds all over his body, Lapu-Lapu's figure kneeled before the commander of the Victoria - the name of the Galeon ship Magellan led.
\”NO!~\” Elric shouted anxiously as he was too engrossed watching the battle and did not expect the outcome.
\”This is not what was written in history!\” Elric complained in his mind as his eyes continued to watch the glorious scene before him.
\”Chill down son. The fight had just started.\” The warm voice of the man followed.
Seeing the satisfying scene of the wild brown native chief kneeling before him, Magellan heaved a deep sigh of relief as a victorious smile crept into his bushy beard. His armor is riddled with blood and long dents from Lapu-Lapu's attack.
Thanks to his wise judgment and accurate prediction, he managed to control the battle's pace according to his calculation. Lapu-Lapu was fierce but he was smartly fiercer.
Magellan was not just a fighter, but a wise man with incredible intelligence as well. He was never chosen as a captain just because he was the son of a mayor back in his land. He was, after all an exceptional person himself. Worthy of praises and honor.
\”Nooo!~\”
\”Nalupig si Lapu?\”
\”Imposible!\”
Shouted the natives in surprise. They could not believe their powerful chieftain would fall down under the sword of the white invaders.
The fight is over.
The native lost great moral and are slowly retreating upon seeing their chieftain finally kneeling before the powerful invaders.
Despite their overwhelming numerical advantage, their fire-hardened wooden spares, bows and arrows, stones and Sundang or short swords usually used for cutting woods, were just plain not enough compared to the enemy's advanced choices of weaponry.
Not to mention, the full plated armors of their enemy and their fire-spewing rifles continued to punch death into their guts and muscles. There was even a line of cannons lying in wait back at their Galeon just in case their enemy came inside its range.
From the sides are their fellow countrymen who came from the opposite island and were converted in the Catholic faith and choose to side on the invaders as well. They were numbering from four hundred and started their assault on the sidelines and behind. And under the guided plan from Magellan, they did not forget to burn down several houses of the residents of the Mactan island in hopes of demoralizing their enemy.