"Well.." Numira considered it a moment between bites of her meal and considered it for a moment, "They are fundamentally similar, but their construction is.. How do I put it..? It is like the difference between a bridge made of steel versus a bridge made of bricks..? Where our titans are made with the newest metals and manufactured in advanced factories, these ones were probably pulled together in a makeshift facility.. Whoever made them has to at least have a portable fabrication unit and a large workforce dedicated to building them by hand.. And the designs have weaknesses. Like the face plate; it is just a shaped sheet of metal, but weakened enough, I was able to kill the pilot inside one of them. Which takes one out of the fight. Titan's are a lot harder to break in the same way.. And they don't necessarily need a pilot.." As she explained this she thought about what she had been able to see, "They had exposed joins.. If you could severely damage a joint, you could immobilized whatever is attached to it.. And they have limited vision, facing forward all the time, so they have to rely on instinct if an enemy gets behind them.." She wondered if that last part could really be considered a weakness on this world though. Could a person with magic simply sense their environment and fight accordingly? That made the idea of sneaking up on them considerably less appealing.

Numira stared at him a moment, she caught that look on his face, however she then frowned a little, almost withdrawing at first, before she turned towards her food, picked a small dollop of a mushy yellow and slightly sweet-smelling substance up in a spoon then turned to him swiftly, applying it to his nose with one quick press. The look of mischievousness had come to her face again as she grinned at him. She didn't want to say it out loud but his more serious expression had unsettled her a little, she would do anything to see it change. If she could get a smile, or a look of surprise, something other than that hardened stare, she would have accomplished her objective.

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"Illusions?" Ixera chuckled, her voice echoing round them as she reformed in the place of the creature he had tried to repel with his attack, impressive enough, she had to admit and it did disperse the mist but the effects had already taken hold and wouldn't vanish for a small while yet. She laughed again, "This is the figment of your imagination, brought about by some rather interesting toxins you have been breathing in this whole time whilst I examined you and your machines. It is not so simple as that to dispel."
Ixera chuckled again in place, the sound reverberated across the air as she vanished from her spot once more,
"But illusion or not, the beast is coming.. Be ever wary of what looms over your shoulder, because one day, in your apathy, it will consume you and you will none the wiser until it is far too late.."
That laugh came again, echoing and fading out as she retreated from the ears of her victims. Many of the men had been bowled over by their commanders actions, however the terror for some only raised. They could all hear those words, the thought of a beast, it hung over those closest, the stared about wildly in their terror to look for the creatures of their nightmares, their paranoia rampant.

Some even pointed accusing fingers at one another, some jumping at the slightest touch or sound, especially at the creaking noises as the blades that pinned Kain's were lifted. He pushed himself up, staring towards the panicked soldiers, even towards Benoit. One woman alone had turned them inside out and toyed with them. It was a humbling realization that some-one smart enough could pull the ground from underneath them like that. He could see the image of his old friend, it haunted him but as much as he desired to speak with it, he couldn't feel the presence of Kiernan. The mist wasn't taking root in his mind, perhaps it was his size, like any drug or alcohol, it took more potent mixtures than for a standard human to truly affect him.
Kain stood tall and gazed around. He couldn't see that woman anymore, but her laughter, her words. Even he felt a lurching in his gut at the words she spoke. whether it was the effects of the toxin in the air or the imagery conjured by the words she spoke.. He could not help but feel that tinge of mortal fear.