The typhoon lashed mega tokyo.

The day was black. Sheets of rain driven by hell riding wind battered storm shutters and shook buildings. Inside the frightened occupants huddled together, jumping with each outside crash, rattle and banshee shriek. The Gods of Air were fighting outside and only a doomed fool would venture outside...

The city separated them but they could see each other clearly. The gale winds buffeted them but they stood aware only of each other.

Kilometers apart on top of two sky towers the insanes Mason and Sylia defied the wrath of nature.

"At the end of this reckoning hour, Sylia Stingray, silver Knight Sabre, you will be no more."

"I think not. Nothing will stop me from my vengeance."

Despite the distance, despite the concrete and glass, despite the howls of Tartarus and brimfrost tears, they could hear each other as if all the words were their very own.

Cars tumbled and skittered. The clocks would show noon, and the Sun if it were not hidden by the tantrum of a God-Child.

The metre adamantium slid out. The flash of its ersatz lightning, casting the moment in time noir. The grendel replied. His mechanical bellow Volundr smithed.

"I am coming for you, monster!"

Not one of the thirty million citizens would witness the furies unleashed. Afraid of the might of the storm, they did not have to be terrified by the Titans about to clash.

For one or both, this would be the end.