The Titan’s pulsating pink leg moved to crash into the Wall. This had been its third attack on these people. These small frightened humans and that fled like ants upon his arrival. Few were brave enough to attack him; those who did were most likely to die, as he swatted them away like flies. He had attacked this district once before; smoke climbed up from its ruins and painted the sky like leaked ink on paper. As the leg moved away from the renewed gaping hole in the wall, smaller Titans began to rush past the mammoth creature, moving in to dine on the last of humanity. The Titan itself disappeared quickly after the damage was done; and like the prior two times, he escaped with his life, leaving the soldiers and their pathetic civilians in disarray.