While tending to the still woeful child, Sayaka was lured towards a series of racket that came rumbling through the hallway. With a click of her tongue, she stood up shaking her head at the latest commotion, unsurprised that another member of the volatile individuals had caused a riot among the crowd.

“I’ll be back,” she remarked, briefly turning her eyes back to the young girl before marching her way towards the theater.

A few steps after she left, however, Sayaka found herself stumbling upon Gorrendil once again, in tears no less. She arched her brows in concern, unknowingly blushing pink in the process, but before she could ask, her attention was yet again drawn to the persistent uproar from the other room. She returned her eyes to Gorrendil, offering him an apologetic nod, before continuing with her trip.

As she impatiently stomped through the passageway, she pondered on the kind of disorder that had taken place this time. When she finally stepped through the doorway, a chaotic scene awaited her: the theater seats that were welded into the floor were being tossed like rag-dolls across the hall. The metallic brute who had been fired upon earlier was now mindlessly ploughing through anything and everything.

Just as Sayaka was wrapping her head around this madness, she quickly noticed the cause of the titan’s berserk - a glowing butterfly seemingly made out of dust. Sayaka slammed a glove against her face with brute force. [i]”A butterfly of all things… you’ve gotta be kidding me.”[/i]

Sliding her palm out of the way, Sayaka was dubious for an instant whether to bring the childish actions to a halt. But all it took was an observation of the damage being done for anyone to understand the potential dangers others would be put in. With a heavy shake of her head, she sighed. She really didn’t want to do this.

Instantly, a sabre suddenly appeared in Sayaka’s grip. She raised the blade against her own arm - and then she proceeded to slice it. All it took was a mild cut across her skin, and crimson blood came pouring out all over her white and blues. But as soon as the stream of red began its flow from her limb, Sayaka immediately swung her arm in an 180 angle, propelling the stream of blood in front of her. Following the momentum, her bloodied cape swung along Sayaka’s movement as well, but in the matter of a few short seconds, the blue-haired girl was completely engulfed within the clothing. Her mantle would follow suit and vanished into thin air as well.

In almost the same instant, across the surface of the thick red liquid flung through the air, one could possibly spot, given a sharp enough eye, a pale reflection of an armored titan similar to P.E.K.K.A., but larger… much, much larger, as one would learn when the room became enveloped under the shadow of the blood, blood that had transformed into a rose-red veil hovering above the theater, a giant half-knight, half-mermaid creature screened along the wrinkled fabric.

And when the summoning ritual, lasting not more than five seconds, had came to an end, the veil swooped to the ground, and the mermaid witch [url=http://static.zerochan.net/Oktavia.von.Seckendorff.full.535028.jpg]Octavia von Seckendorff[/url] stood in its place. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5etuXKfEYy4]A melancholic orchestral music began booming through the theater[/url], as if harkening the coming of this massive titan 30-40 times the size of an average human - a full-grown adult male would fit nicely in her iron grasp. But as breathtaking as it might have been, one wouldn’t be able to take in the grand sight before him, as Octavia had began moving as swiftly as she appeared, already thrusting her proportionately-scaled cutlass towards the smaller titan running amuck.

The tip of the blade struck a spot among the theater seats that P.E.K.K.A. was about to enter. With the width of the sword being merely half of her target’s size, it was not going to become much of an obstruction for P.E.K.K.A. - had she intended her sword to be an obstruction. Instead, Octavia meant for the sword to startle the creature - if it was even possible - as she attempted to grab her with the other gauntlet. Surely, this would at least put some tension onto the brute’s movement.

Amidst the confusion, one might wonder of the location Sayaka had teleported to, or if she had indeed transformed into the monstrous witch form she had so much trouble being rid of. However, if one would pay heed to Octavia’s top of the shoulder, he would see the puppeteer controlling the colossus. Her somber blue eyes were staring down the enemy without so much as a hint of fear, and yet bearing no ill intent.

“Please, stop this madness before somebody gets hurt!” she yelled through the barrage caused by both the creature she was speaking to and her own witch form.