Throwing pieces of the lifestream. China recalled the last time she saw Solomon, and the way he pushed his hand down on thin air to create a golden light very similar to the one described in eyewitness accounts of the attempted assassination. He'd pushed down like his hand was resting on top of a river, and light wisped around it as water gathering in a shallow pool around a large rock. China had thought it looked like sunlight back then. Knowing it was somehow an effect of the lifestream updated the analogy in her mind.

People who were calling their newest Elder 'helpless' were in for a bit of a surprise. Those who underestimated him were in for a nasty shock, as Billy-Ray Sanguine could no doubt attest to.

"You don't want me playing matchmaker," China assured Vex, distantly and a little belatedly. "I'm far too good at it. Best to stick with your various and questionable conquests, of which I will not be one."

She had to work to make the scalpel move anywhere in the rough stone, even with all the metal's magical enhancements. A feat made more difficult when one considered that a cut being even a millimetre off in depth could change the whole outcome. Still, China worked with the diligence and efficient speed of a master - particularly when she tuned out the banter behind her - and soon enough, she was getting back to her feet. "I'd like it back upright now, please. I have a few more to do."