ic The Temple Will Wither, and You Will Beg (IC)

[Avenger Assembled]

Angelic had the presence of mind to interpose herself between Typhon and Josef - but perhaps he hadn't been aiming for her anyway. The force of his blow sent her flying backwards through the glass wall of the clean room and against the corridor, where only rapid deployment of her handling tentacles cushioned her impact against the far metal wall. The blow had - really had done an alarming amount of damage, and she silenced the screaming sensors in her back and head. She tasted magnetic fluid in her mouth, blue on her blue-painted lips. She thought, faster than Typhon or his crew ever could, and hissed as she pulled herself free from where she'd landed. "The might of the genetic superman, versus a woman half your size!" she taunted. "Pathetic!" She moved fast, the ferromagnetic metal in the hull powering her forward with a blur of speed as she tried to return the punch.