Titan heard the crash of the doors and then Philomel's roar of defiance, just as he cut through the last bit of steel keeping him from his payment. When he opened it, all he spied were pieces of paper. Before he erupted in rage, the lettering caught his eye. Lifting the paper, he noted that it was a barabond! Titan blessed his luck and quickly grabbed all that the safe held. Folded and hidden deep on his person, Titan felt he had been more than compensated enough. Perhaps now would be a good time for some 'pro-bono' work, so to speak.

As he passed the corpse, stepping over the Lycan's body, something caught his gaze. It seemed the body still bled, yet the puddle it had made seemed to... vibrate. As if something extremely large was just outside the room. Yet, Titan felt nothing through the soles of his boots. What was that? Shaking off the bemusement, he walked out of the room and into a sun room. There, he spied a vase, which held a quantity of water. He stared at it for some moments, yet it never moved. Looking behind him, Titan saw the ripple in the blood once more. His own blood ran cold in his veins, knowing for certain what had happened. One good payday had ruined everything! Titan was growling under his breath, cursing his own greed, Nassus's wealth, and the fool Akkina for getting caught up in all this!

He'd forgotten the one thing he'd promised himself never to do, lest he want to die the most painful of deaths. He'd used magic and there was only one creature that moved blood with its coming. Blood can always tell, Titan remembered his teacher saying. Truer words had never been spoken.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself. There were still mortal enemies that Titan could defeat, problems that he could still solve before he died. As he stalked through the house a group of four guards charged him with spears and swords. He swiped at these men like flies, slicing through their bodies with ease. His white-hot blade burned off the blood before it could even start coagulating. He made his way until he kicked open a door, which opened to the lobby of the house. "RANDY, PHILOMEL! THIS WAY!" He roared, before drawing his pistol and firing out of the broken front entrance. Outside, an intense explosion threw guards like debris in a tropical storm. The shattering of glass and its tinkling could be heard from the manor's front windows.