For half a second, the image dances in her head so vividly she could bite it.

If it is to happen, it must happen now. Strike! Strike now, strike hard, strike fast, strike for her friends at the glowing core in the center of the smog and--

And then what? And engage with the embodiment of war while she's empowered by the very idea of war? 

Her eyes flit to the Plousios, her hand drops to the controls at her belt. Fly, Dyssia! Fly to comparative safety, coordinate the assault, help with the pickup and--

And she hasn't seen her friends since they vanished, and has no idea where they are, and--

And she's the one the Shogun wants. Not exclusively, no, but she's sure as hell the one that's done the most pissing off.

Won't hurt to do a little bit more then, give her a little reminder.

And with a whine of power, she rips a portion of the Corpse Empress' palace from its place, chucks it at the glow, and continues running.