"I meant no insult!" Dodge ball of lava. "I don't intend to interfere, you said no!" Dodge house-sized spear of ice. "I'm leaving peacefully, okay, so stop tearing up the tile!"
"You'll respawn at home. No permanent damage. You interrupted an important meeting, you need to learn a lesson about territory, mountain bitch." Dodge- no, fail to dodge a thrown tree, and then another ice ball. The next sphere of magma is what destroyed that form.
She wakes up, stripped of all her tools and enchantments and even clothes, and groans in pain.
"I won't settle for anything not pretty! And well, I don't think I'd join them, I'd just, like, stop bothering them and stuff, maybe. The problem's money."
"If you don't want to put on shows and the like I can't help you there. Well, maybe... Hm."
"How fast can you fly? Doing your thing in new cities might make you more famous faster."
She flies off. And later she sends an email to Alexandria, asking if she should be on standby, or talk to someone about anti-Behemoth strategies, or what.
There isn't much in the way of anti-Behemoth strategies, really, especially because they don't actually have a way to track him. It's mostly stay on their toes waiting for him to appear, and then trying to damage him as much as they can and drive him away, or take the hits while waiting for Scion to show up, depending on where he hits.
She was planning on making impromptu firing platforms for tinkers and the less mobile of the blasters. She can take hits, try to slow it down, and attempt to damage it just as easily, though. Would a giant humanoid moving statue that opposes Behemoth under her control be a good morale-booster?
Back to work and studying and occasionally even relaxing. With an undertone of slightly nervous waiting for Behemoth.
She's in Buffalo, New York, raising an office building. She won't know about Lyon until someone tells her.
She leaves the steel girder she was about to put into place embedded into the ground and flies off at top speed. It takes her less than ten minutes to get to the collection point.
Any familiar faces boarding the planes?
She makes sure to board the same plane as Glam, and if given a chance insists at them, "We are going to win."
"Yeah. Yeah, we are," they say, sounding more like they're trying to convince themself than anything.
"Have you practiced making lightsabers? I'll just go with my trusty diamond hammer if not."
"Mmhm! They're cool!" Glam demonstrates, being careful not to move it around too much or cut stuff.
"Good." Her volume ticks up. "You said these are even stronger than the movie version, right? I wonder how deep it'll cut."
That... that's worrying.
"Yeah," they play along. "It should be able to turn Behemoth into a limbless piece of rock."