Mao paled a bit at the scenes of devastation that had been shown to him and the other titans. It stole his breath away, and of all the words that he could have possibly been used to describe it, horrific was the only one that came even sort of close. The teen felt fear well up inside him, and yet in spite of it he still found himself following after Hadrian. As he took one of the seats the image he'd been shown replayed several times in his head. The site unsettled Mao to be sure, but following this loop was thought of how many people had lived in that area, of how many of them had been injured or killed for seemingly no reason, and with this thought, that uneasy feeling partially gave way to a white hot streak of anger.

Mao sat stone faced in his chair, his patient nature tempering him enough to not visibly give away his true feelings. He took a series of deep breaths both to try and calm himself as well as prep him for battle. A strange sound filled the air, not unlike the sound of cracking glass. Mao raised his arms ever so slightly from his seated position as a series of dull grey spots cropped up on his arms and hands. The spots appeared to be semiliquid in nature as they expanded to coat his arms in their entirety. Mao sped up the process a bit by rubbing the substance on like one would do with sunblock or lotion, curling his fingers and arms inwards every so often to keep them from being coated. When he was content with how it looked, Mao balled his hands into fists and swung them into one another, the substance on his fingers and knuckles hardening just moments before the impact. A single sharp 'clang' echoed through the interior of the plane before the rest of the substance hardened in response to the impact. When he was done, Mao held out his arms to examine his work, looking for all the world as though he'd just donned the vambraces and gauntlets of a medieval knight. "[b][color=00746b]It's Hadrian, right? You seem to know a little about this guy we're about to fight, so what exactly should we expect to walk into?[/color][/b]" Mao inquired with in a slightly sharper tone than what he'd used prior to now.