It was the birth of a cold and dark night. The moon shone as the people of Vegas went about their business within the criminal underworld, violence and crime abundant. Until suddenly a low rumble erupted across the world. Everything fell silent and a low hum ruptured like thunder. It was loud but rhythmic like footsteps and the clicking of heels. The encroaching titan fully revealed itself. A a woman clad in a tuxedo eclipsed cities and the mountains tops beyond like bugs. Her stature was as if she towering over entire continents.

Her movements were slow yet deliberate as if this her normal state, her body swayed her slack coated legs moved like mountains causing entire cities to crumble fall with every hard click of her heels as if they were microbes. The scent of perfume trailing behind. She had to look presentable in her own way.

Talia took another long drag of her cigar, the mere sound causing another rumble, yet she remained calm paying no mind to the destruction as she brushed her hair out of her face with the flick of the wrist.

The military tried to fire at her but they only seemed to be specks in comparison to the very pores of the cheeks they fired at. Said cheeks slowly began to shift as she took a puff her cigarette, a cloud smoke erupting from it.

Talia could've eliminated them, swatted them away with a flick of her manicured hand like one would a fly but she decided against it. The mob boss had a soft spot for a few human whether it be they impressed her or she actually admired them in her own cruel way. Still, she had a business to run and meeting to get to and a business to run.

“Another meeting so late at night . Let's get this over with, shall we? And hopefully they cooperate. If not...well... We’ll cross that road when we get to it.” she muttered with a sigh, her tone less than pleased with the situation. “Christ, this is so monotonous.”