Yu grimaces, bracing himself. Izanagi's his best hope for this right now, the only one who could withstand and keep his mind calm and analytical when he's so close to breaking as well when he sees the flames over both of them. Their shadows are acting different than theirs, but then... this was a rejected Persona, wasn't it. It was the only reason he could think of for what just happened.

Shit.

He saw the lance coming, saw it but took the hit anyway. Izanagi-no-Okami's red eyes narrow behind the mask, deflecting the lance with his naginata. However, his reaction time is lowered due to his user's emotions and the action merely sends it into it's left shoulder instead. Yu gasps in pain, holding his shoulder as though he felt the impact himself while dropping the axe. The Persona, however, takes hold of the offending weapon and attempts to pull it out himself.

"Thou knows naught... of weakness... fragment," the standalone form hisses almost silently, pulling himself away as static slowly forms up and down its arm and chest.

"C-change-!"

Izanagi-no-Okami vanishes in the light and snowy static, Isis taking his place as she lifts her arms, casting Tetrakarn on herself and Yu. That... had hurt almost as much as Adachi's continual stabbings and gunshots. Maybe even the Thousand Curses... Yes, he was weak alone... but he knew a few of his friends were here as well, some waiting for him to come back alive.

Someone, for the love of the gods, wake up Shinjiro.