Assessment of the situation at hand. The older man that they had sought to rescue ([i]she regretted not asking for his name[/i]) had been stolen away mere moments after they had isolated him from the hordes of creatures, and his fate was now suspect in the tentacles that had grabbed hold of him. Waves upon waves of verdure villains, their fiendish, disfigured visages a truly terrifying sight to behold, had set upon them without pity, without remorse. Their shrill screams resounded through the hallway, a great and painful din. For every one of them that Fujisawa knifed down, for every one of them that Goemon ripped apart, for every dead stare that made its way into her line of sight that she hurriedly bashed at with her unfamiliar weapon, another would arrive to take its place, like the very air itself filling the vacuum it so abhorred. Nao slammed down upon one of the creatures in her path, ignoring the quiet sounds of bone cracking under the force of the blow. Her heartbeat roared within her chest, the rushing of her blood distinct to her ears. They had been trapped in a frenzy, and all she could do, all she could manage the energy for, was to fight. To push back the flood of foes.

She staggered back, gasping in deep breaths as brown eyes flickered around the battlefield. Somewhere within her mind, there was a voice commanding her to stop, to stop engaging in this strange and incredible brutality. A voice that was crying for some semblance of sanity, for the mishegas to just leave her alone. Unfortunately, that was not a possibility. Another zombie creature ([i]how many had she seen on television, only for them to become reality?[/i]) leapt towards her, but the short, brown-haired girl slammed a powerful kick into its chest, knocking it away from her. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins.

"[color=a36209]Dikē,[/color]" she called out, flicking her wrist to spin the ornate compass gripped tightly within a small, pale hand to manifest the beautiful, godly being that was her Persona ([i]warm, reassuring light seemed to radiate from its body[/i]). "[color=a36209]Clear a path.[/color]"

Zan, her mind ordered, and a wave of pulsing, kinetic force blasted out from behind her, crushing the vine-covered creatures in her path. She ran, slapping away a monster that sought to down her as she joined up with the rest of the group. Their actions were truly unbelievable. Insane. 

Yet when she had first obtained these powers, she had vowed to use them to protect people.

To save them.

And she needed to, had to, ensure that man survived.

"[color=a36209]I'll provide assistance,[/color]" said Nao as she made it through, leaning forth to rest her hands on her knees, her words punctuated by short, sharp breath as she glanced over to where one of her compatriots ([i]Taro, was it not?[/i]) was attempting to push cabinet. It was a sound plan. It would keep the monsters from following them.

She uprighted herself.

"[color=a36209]If you would stand aside for a moment,[/color]" she requested, holding up her compass and allowing the others to see the rapid rotation of the snakelike needle. It was clear that she would be attempting to utilise her Persona's force spell to move the cabinet.