He gave it his all, as did the others; and bit by bit, it seemed like they would win. As the monster's head goes flying through the air and ends up harassing Onbin, he just sort of leaves the other student to handling it on his own; there really wasn't much that Masato could think to do to help him with that particular problem.<br/><br/>He turned his attention straight towards the mysterious woman, and he eyed her more closely now.  Why did he feel like he was in a manga? Oh, right. Crazy costumed girl and monster.  He would set aside his makeshift weapon, and focus his eyes on her own, studying her intently. One of these days, he'd like to challenge her to a spa; that would be interesting.<br/><br/>"I'm Masato." he introduces himself. "Who are you, why are you here, and what was that thing?" He spoke politely, but firmly. His voice was calm, even if his body language suggested that he was still on edge, and seemingly poised to respond to any other threat that may pop out of nowhere. He had been half tempted to ask how she was doing, but given her fighting prowess, he felt he already had the answer to that question. So, he went and 'got down to brass tacks', as the saying goes.