( Part IV , VI )
"There is hope." A voice said from somewhere. It wasn't Cloud, because her voice was softer, and it wasn't Sorpresa as he spoke some other language. Yes, the words speak in their own language, which may or may not have been composed of... words. Where did those words in turn live? Is there a bottom to a recursive chain, and is it possible we're all just words that live in someone else's language? These are questions for another day. Preferably a day with icecream.
Cloud repeated what their mighty friend Earth had done some days before, and crashed into the giant at near to ground level, but with much less bulk. The result was a whole load of nothing, as the giant merely wobbled and Cloud glanced away.
"Cloud?" Mystery enquired tentatively.
"Yes?"
"Was that entirely pointless?"
Cloud sighed. "Yes, it appears so."
"What are we supposed to do now?"
It was a good question.
"There is hope."
"Cloud, did you just hear something?" Mystery asked while looking behind at the behemoth. It was crashing along behind them. Sorpresa was still holding on, but with a thrilled look on his face.
"No, only the collision. Must... fly... faster..."
"¡Rapido! ¡Rapido! ¡No te rindas!" Sorpresa was getting in on the action. The invader was definitely getting closer.
"We have definitely got to find Translation, wherever he may be." Muttered the enigmatic word as Cloud accelerated onward. "Hey, are we headed where I think?"
"Not yet. Hold on to something." Cloud warned them tersely. She had already talked to him more in this chase than in previous decades combined. He had hardly grabbed on to something when Cloud executed a high speed u-turn and swooped around the alien's leg syllables. Sorpresa threw something from a small bag as they went by, which Mystery couldn't identify in the rush. It seemed as if they were heading back towards War and her troop, but what could they do against such a giant? It made War look like a youngling!
A sudden conjuration of light erupted behind them, and Mystery almost looked back out of habit. Almost. He hoped War had a plan.
To be continued...
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