Inside the town, an exhausted Utena was continuing her battle. Cut, bleeding and bone tired, she still seemed to glow somehow, and to move with an unnatural grace despite her armor. She led the riftspawn in a deadly chase from house to house, drawing them out to cut them down when they overextended themselves. Covered in gore, she moved towards the sound of human voices shouting. Allies or innocents needing saving, either way she had no choice but to head towards it.

"Ser Cerberus!" She called as she rounded the corner, immensely glad to see someone who was not a demon or cowering in fear.