After Cleo crosses swords with Vetti Sforza in a dusty tavern, the duel spills into the streets and continues in the skies. Escape seems hopeless when the Imperial Fleet arrives.
Sylua, hurry!
!بسرعة يا سيلوا
Los, Sylua, schnell!
– Sylvia, dépêchons-nous !
– Oui !