"Upside down kind of day, is it?" mused Titanomachia. "Let me review."

You heard a quiet sound from her distant phone, that sounded a lot like a recording of the vase impacting your head. Visual calculus begins analyzing the angle her phone must have been pointed during that crash - answers not ideal.

"Gravitas aside, you're taking to this surprisingly well," Machia said. "It raises the question - I've been wondering about arena gear for you. You don't use weapons, you're not a multitasker, and you've got a kind of bloody-minded stubbornness that covers a lot of the same ground as armour. But a temporary supercharge..." she bit idly into a pocky stick. "Not scientific. I'm getting close to perfection and I am [i]not [/i]going to carve out space in my designs to optimize for some hack goo. When I'm done I intend this to be baseline. No, I need something more," she made a sound like fizz-pop! "I need to do some [i]research[/i]."

"Anyway!" she tossed her phone to the side. "Since my little hexchamp is winning on the first try it's time to up the stakes! Part of working with Xotic is that she's in control of the dose and when it hits you, so I," she flicked forwards onto the floor, "am going to be lurking around in that creepy little Igor shuffle she does. Then I'm going to try and hit you with some aresolized enhancements while you're moving. This stuff won't last long, so you've got to anticipate when it's coming and make the most of it for the seconds you have. Ready?"