48 - 19 - Visser Push

Visser One's main eyes narrowed. He looked up . . . up . . . up.

I couldn't even begin to guess how large I was.

But for the first time since this whole infuriating war began, Visser One looked like a very minor threat.

(...)

<This is a trick. A hologram. Who is playing games with me? Do you know who I am?>

"Who are you calling a hologram?" I sneered. I reached forward, put my massive, machine-like hand on his chest, and shoved.

<ARGGHGHHHH!>

Visser One went flying. Tail flailing, legs kicking. He bounced off the wall on the far side of the room. Crumpled to the floor, delicate Andalite arms crushed beneath his chest.

He lay still for a full minute. Then slowly he struggled to right himself.

A red spotlight illuminated the floor of the arena. Crayak, hovering above us. Part biology, part technology. All destructive.