Irhya does as instructed, not making the connection until she pulls herself up and -- nearly loses her footing all over again.

"Nana... mo?"

Even convinced as she is that this is reality, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that something isn't right here, given that Nanamo is apparently here to join in the brawl -- and even stranger yet, has armor and weapon that have a distinctly Far Eastern feel to them.

Raubahn's back is still turned, for a mercy. She doesn't know if he could handle a godsdamned specter right now, with as tattered as his temper is. Her eyes travel from Nanamo to the dumbstruck Scions to the scene in front of her, generously littered with blood and bodies and a single dismembered arm.