What terrified me the most, and many that I spoke to, was not the colossal beings themselves; mankind has an innate ability to adapt to the most horrific of circumstances. It was their utter indifference. They did not attack us, they did not destroy us with any intent. Damages only occurred as a by-product of their intense hatred of each other. This made dealing with the fallout of their war that much more difficult as they did not purposefully head for populated areas and buildings were only destroyed during their battles.

I remember one of the greatest losses of life came a week after the Titans began to move. It started off the coast of South Wales and through tracking via helicopter we all watched in that same strange mixture of feelings that is true awe. Two of them were running through the waters of the Bristol Channel, one seemingly chasing the other. The distance they covered with each step even when partly submerged was incredible, their speed of travel unlike anything we’d ever seen.

It was said in the news report that one of the Titans had been listlessly walking across the island of Lundy when another of its kind loped past through the water as it made its way ever onward in search of another. Why it did not try to attack the creature on the island is still a mystery as up until that point it had been assumed – from watching their behaviour as much as we could during all the strife – that they could home in on one another. That did not seem to be the case with this one, that or we must theorise the one in the water had no inclination to attack that specific one. This did not ring true for the Titan on Lundy. Within moments of spotting the other it began racing across the island, leaving great footprints that remain to this day, and bounding into the water with a monumental splash that drowned over half of the Lundy landscape. The Titan passing by heard the commotion and with one glance sideways it started to run away. It was the first time anyone had seen one of the creatures not want to attack another.

They ran for miles, churning the waters. Neither of them could outpace the other. They made landfall in Swansea and the Titan in front was slowed by each collision with a building in its path. The chaser leapt from the shore, crashing down onto the rubble but managing to grab the other’s ankle. It yanked with all its strength and brought the other down into the city as thousands fled for their lives or stood frozen. Regardless of their actions not many people made it out alive as the felled Titan kicked at its pursuer giving it time to stand – grabbing onto structures for balance, demolishing them ever more. Once to its feet it had obviously decided to stand its ground as it raised its right leg up high and brought it down onto the head of its pursuer with the force of an earthquake. The land rippled, what few buildings that were standing shook, shattered and fell. The Titan on the ground ceased to move, its head broken into boulders of flame and darkness that made the area inhospitable forever more.

The world had reached its breaking point. Debate amongst nations was done. A joint attack by British and American forces erupted in the sky over Swansea. They had been scrambled when the Titans trajectory made it evident that they would be hit a highly populated area. Unfortunately they did not arrive before the city was all but wiped out. Fighter jets and bombers attacked the remaining Titan in wave after wave. Explosions erupted from its body at each hit and for the first time it noticed our existence, swatting at its attackers. Its size was its greatest disadvantage as it could not easily strike things so small and so quick. I cannot adequately describe to you the elation I felt when I saw how poorly the Titan defended itself as huge chunks of its body detonated and fell to the ruins of Swansea. Not only was it joy and relief that we could fight back but there was a distinct bloodlust singing in my veins at each successful bombardment.

It took over an hour of constant attack. Squadrons would circle and shoot until their ammunition ran dry then they would fly away to be replaced by a fully stocked group. During the entire ordeal the Titan did not manage to take down more than five jets and as it knelt on broken legs, its hands no more than useless lumps of rock and flame it looked into the sky with an almost mournful stare. Two jets dove at the beast, unleashing every missile they could before having to pull up. The ordnance entered the darkness of the behemoth’s eyes and exploded, fire erupting from the sockets in two fearsome columns. The Titan fell and we learned that we could win.

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