Mami's hands grasp for air as her illusory opponent disappears, but that's soon the least of their problems. She's carried up with the rest to watch their opponent...what, kill people? This must be some kind of test, or trick. She grits her teeth against the pain and despair wailing on her mind, trembling with everything she has to keep from breaking.

And she launches behind the rest, desperately searching for injured and sending unfocused clouds of healing. Not as effective as if she were with them one on one, and it's draining her quickly, but she has to do something.