After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Marisa finally managed to gasp in a breath. She sat up, shook her head free of stars just in time for the rooftop to start shaking violently. She reached out for her broom, which bounded over to her from where it had landed like an excited puppy. From there, she kind of flopped onto her noble steed, which bore her slowly and drunkenly into the sky, out of reach of the titan's rage.