22. The Fall
He felt his furry steed lurch under him—and then the weightless sensation of flying through the air at a top speed. We’ve been hit! Gus closed his eyes tighter. No doubt they would be crashing to the ground to their death in moments. But then a new sensation. Could Rombom be running again? Or climbing? Gus opened his goggled eyes: Rombom had latched onto the Basore’s giant swinging arm, and was in the process of shimmying up it like a coconut tree, as the creature flailed about, hundreds of feet above the ground.
He felt his furry steed lurch under him—and then the weightless sensation of flying through the air at a top speed. We’ve been hit! Gus closed his eyes tighter. No doubt they would be crashing to the ground to their death in moments. But then a new sensation. Could Rombom be running again? Or climbing? Gus opened his goggled eyes: Rombom had latched onto the Basore’s giant swinging arm, and was in the process of shimmying up it like a coconut tree, as the creature flailed about, hundreds of feet above the ground.
He felt his furry steed lurch under him—and then the weightless sensation of flying through the air at a top speed. We’ve been hit! Gus closed his eyes tighter. No doubt they would be crashing to the ground to their death in moments. But then a new sensation. Could Rombom be running again? Or climbing? Gus opened his goggled eyes: Rombom had latched onto the Basore’s giant swinging arm, and was in the process of shimmying up it like a coconut tree, as the creature flailed about, hundreds of feet above the ground.