Naoya's not missing a chance to fight a godlike being again. He dances around the golden tendrils, hitting a button on his COMP and erecting a thin shield around himself and Q'uila - good for one physical attack only. That work done, he slices at any tendrils nearing him, the demonic dagger flashing through the air with a practiced hand.

"You're doing a fine job of the balance you're supposed to be part of." Naoya sneers at the goddess. "Don't you think you should back down about now?"