Cuban Pete stood rather uncertainly on the top floor. Judging by the harsh roars outside, he guessed that his plan to move the two sword-wielding combatants to a nice, easy-to-target place had attracted the attention of some beast. Cuban Pete hoped that, whatever the beast did, it didn't involve killing both combatants. If that happened, he'd have nothing to work with! Ultimately, he decided to let fate decide who survived, and looked around the room.

Curiously enough, there appeared to be a pair of... winged humans cheerily dangling their legs off a fragment of the tower's wall. Cuban Pete stowed away his baton and spray-bottle, and approached Cirno and Utsuho with an unmoving smile plastered on his face. He gave his horn a tentative honk to catch their attention, and waved exaggeratedly.