In fairness to Lios, her parry was perfect. The rock is soaked entirely in bloody red. However, that had done nothing to stop the projectile's effect. She stared at the broken pattern for a moment while she figured out what happened, and then laughed incredulously. "Of course. Play the game we are playing, and not the game I'm thinking about playing. Well struck."

She deactivated her blade, leaving the last slash of red to slice down upon the floor. "I understand, Ms. Madeleine. You have the most dangerous weapon anyone can possess, something that cannot be taught: Ambition. All else can be built upon that, and," she glanced up at the broken window. "I expect all else [i]shall [/i]be."

Her wing array returned to her, blade after blade after blade, until everything was folded behind her. Autumn whirled away down to return to the mud's embrace. Even with her panoply stored she still looked like an angel, walking away down the street like the season's blessings.

 *

It is not depression and despair that has overtaken Titanomachia. It is worse; manic energy. 

She is wearing a bright yellow hanfu set with the black stripes of i-ching symbols along with welding goggles. Her right hand has a wand set with the long, soft hairs of her own tail like a whip, her left hand holds a bell, and before her she has constructed a crude astrolobe out of various junk, scrap and energy bar wrappers upon the floor. 

She looks up, her goggles reflecting the blue light of a dozen monitors opened to various pages covered in alchemical displays and diagrams. "Material technology was a bust. Should have seen it sooner," she said, shoving aside a keyboard to make room for a roll of calligraphy paper. "I'm going to summon a new leg from an underworld ghost. Do you know anything about underworld ghost legs, by the way? I should have asked you sooner."