Saori watches the fight, prepared to step in if necessary. Each strike, perfectly executed, draws an appreciative hmmm from her and she stands still. The focus displayed, the intensity of the moment and the sheer skill it took was breathtaking in a way. Yuuna was no amateur, as much as she'd like to believe it. And misplaced as it was, her reticence at taking a life was no less admirable.

When the fourth cultist drops, she steps over and reaches out a steadying hand for Yuuna's shoulder. Gently squeezing, she looks deep into her friend's eyes, nodding.

"It's alright. You were wonderful. As skilled as any I've ever seen, an angel. My angel of the blade. Are you ready for the next group?"