Whilst he waited for his reason of being here to become more clear Xavier took some time to investigate some of the inner workings of the tower. Simply by standing on one spot on the large rotating cog Xavier became aware that his rotation speed as well as a full rotations time did not seem to be consistent. A quick look about the rest of the tower showed that there were in fact many cogs whose speed were out of place, whether it be faster or slower, when compared to the surrounding cogs. With his curiosity sufficiently peaked Xavier called upon the blood within his body and at the center of his palm, willing it to seep from the pores of his skin and to mold itself into the red hued metal known as Dread Metal. The plan was to release nothing more than a small globular amount of the material into the air and to watch the different effects it experienced as it floated; however before it could be released something far more curious happened.

From somewhere above his position in the tower a terrible ruckus sounded and echoed throughout the tower, the cause was hard to put his finger on right away but once the lights, sounds and energy signatures of lasers came to fruition he became excited. Someone somewhere, it would seem, was gracing Xavier with a battle and surely this warrior had great talents! Shifting his attention briefly Xavier made toward's the cogs nearest the wall and leapt up to grab hold of one whose position was vertical and held an innately clockwise rotation; lifting him up discretely up to the next level. [i]That man must be putting a woman through hell![/i] he thought eagerly to himself, sharing in what he thought to be a man's sickening thought pattern. [i]I'll show him what hell..really....is?[/i] As the cog made a half rotation from the point Xavier grabbed it he was now able to see what was causing the hellacious disturbance and surprised doesn't even begin to describe the way he felt.

It would seem that the only thing he was right about was the fact that a woman was involved, the sight of the serpents head wedged between a set of cogs before it was severed entirely was surprising. By this point Xavier was standing upon the still rotating cog in the shadow of a larger cog up above, matching the speed of the cog with a backpedaling step pattern as the girl began to wig out concerning the veritable fountain of blood spewing from the now lifeless, headless serpent; about expected from a woman. Something seemed incredibly and indescribably wrong with this woman, almost as though she had a screw loose. Perhaps even multiple screws seeing as how she just lost it, going this way and that way almost as though some sort of inner argument was tearing her apart. Xaviers eyes darted back to center as he noticed more movement from the snake and judging by the bloated appearance it wasn't hard for one to guess what came next, a sickening [i]pop[/i] of sorts followed by the violent self destruction of the serpents body. Xavier marvelled at the would-be sickening display, his attention lingering on the droplets of blood and chunks of snake meat which were caught in the pockets of slowed down time [i]Interesting..[/i] he thought to himself just as a string of blood splattered the wall behind him. 

Saying that what happened next gave Xavier mixed feelings would be a significant understatement, sexist as he was it was no surprise to him the manner in which the woman was affected by being coated in blood; mentally it made him chuckle. But the prowess which she showed thereafter with her blade caused his eyes to widen slightly, it was not often at all that he saw a woman capable of handling any weapon with the accuracy and lethality she currently showed, impressive but nothing more than that. Then his jaw dropped an inch as he witnessed her essentially will the good away from her body in an instant, causing him to tilt his head as a droplet shot passed him. His look of surprise gradually shifted as his brow furrowed slightly and his lips curled into a gentle smirk, perhaps the amount of fun this woman could provide was more than met the eye.

While the woman set back about her typical woman antics Xavier allowed his eyes to shut as he drew a very deep breath through his nostrils. The oxygen itself was ultimately unnecessary as Xavier lacked the need of it as well as the vital organs needed to distribute it; rather he simply needed the air itself as a type of release agent for his energy. Just as the woman finished her beautification Xavier released the built up air in his body which came out almost as a thick red cloud of fog which would gradually thin and fill the entirety of the clocktower. The air had been laced with a rather small amount of Dread Energy and was aimed as being used for an extra sensory ability, Xavier highly doubted that the woman's ability was to control blood but could not understand exactly what he had witnessed; hopefully this would help. There would be more than just this to be done with his released energy, surprises still to come later on.

Looking down at the palm of his right hand he looked upon the small puddle of Dread Metal which had seeped through the fibers of his glove and commanded a form change. The puddle shifted towards the tips of his index and middle finger where they slipped between them before stretching outwards, gradually creating a small razor sharp disc which he released into the air above him. The disc made no effort to attack the woman and simply floated to a shadowed area overhead as Xavier made to reveal himself. Leaping effortlessly from the cog he landed in a crouched position no more than 5 feet from the woman on het backside very solidly, causing a thud to vibrate through the cog. Slowly he would right himself to a standing position, his head dropped and eyes gazing at the ground to feign the fact that he could not see her. No move was made to attack the woman just yet, but with his knees gradually bent and his arms tensed and ready at his side, it would be hard to think he came to discuss weather.