"Do you know why I'm so fixated on this?" said Titanomachia. It was a sign of how absolute her focus was; so fixated on every twitch of your muscles that all the other words inside her spilled out. The rest of her was slouching, one elbow on the table and supporting her chin, the other hand idly tracing the edge of the remote - an inadvertent illusion making her look casual. "Khan. Odds are you'll at least one of Khan or Musashi. Khan doesn't get a lot of focus, but she's a dedicated scorer assassin. You can't outrun a motorbike. You're going to get hit. She favours this," she absently mimicked a horizontal right-handed sword slash. Your eyes can see that despite the sloth of the gesture she has the timing and aim correct to the instant. 

The second she completes the slash, her left hand suddenly slams hard on the remote, throwing your head all the way to the side.

"Neck shot. She likes the style of the opening decapitation strike, even if it'd be more effective to hit the legs," continued Machia, keeping that same pressure on your right - this is your suit locked fully into place, tilting your head into an angle. "Right now she's coming around into an akira slide to observe the damage she did and line up her next shot. The next pass she's going to take an arm."

Those magenta eyes held the future inside them. Every variable. Her own long, equine ears twitched, focused.

"Can you hear her coming?"