[u][b][indent]December 25th, 2:28 AM
Conowingdo Dam, Maryland[/indent][/b][/u]

In the aftermath of the quaking footsteps, booming voice, not to mention the rumble of machinery and moving water, the silence was nearly deafening. In the middle of the night as it was, pitch dark surrounded the facility for miles as the city's power grid was in disarray after the surge of voltage being redirected through the Titan's body. Now he lay still. 

Above the great body of Cronus, Grim's Iron Fang armor hummed quietly as the jet-wings worked to keep her hovering in the air. Beneath the glowing gaze of the mask her eyes roamed along the smoking, charred being before them, half submerged in water.

To be honest, she wasn't expecting it to be that easy. No plan survives contact with the enemy. Yet through their combined efforts, mortals had brought down a Titan. A literal mythical being. It was empowering and humbling all at once.

With the sparking of the hydroelectric dam having been exhausted not even sparks emerged from the turbine house as Grim set down near the foot of the man, flipping open a compartment in the armor on her left arm. After all, when else would she have an opportunity to collect samples like [i]this[/i]?

[color=IndianRed]"Good work,"[/color] Was the short comment that filtered through Grim's helmet as she moved, the modulated voice being broadcast to her communicators. [color=IndianRed]"Everyone stable?"[/color]