One moment the wings hit the waves, and the other moment the arrow rushed to the dark clouds. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy.
In this cry, full of desire for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds felt the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.
The sea ducks also groaned-they, the sea ducks, could not enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the rumbling thunder frightened them.
Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under steep cliffs ... only arrogant petrels fly bravely and freely on the foam sea!
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing towards the sea; When the waves sing, they rush to the sky to meet the thunder.
Thunder roared. Waves roared in angry water droplets, contending with the wind. You see, strong winds tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and threw them at steep cliffs, smashing these large jadeites into dust and fog.
Haiyan shouted and flew. Like black lightning, the arrow passes through the dark clouds and the wings blow up the stormy waves.
Look, it flies like an elf-the proud, black spirit of the storm-it's laughing, it's wailing ... it's smiling at those dark clouds, it's wailing happily!
This sensitive elf has long heard that the furious thunder is tired, and he is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!
The wind is roaring ... the thunder is rumbling ...
Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea caught the golden lightning arrows and threw them into its own abyss. The shadow of lightning, like a salamander, winds and floats in the sea-it disappears in an instant.
-Storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:
Let the storm come more violent. ...