Mitsuyo helped do her part to clear away the rubble obscuring their elven companion. She did not particularly relish the activity; heavy lifting was not her strong suit, always preferring speed and grace to deliver cut after cut upon unholy flesh. Not that she needed it, for Manirai surely made her way out just fine herself. For a moment Mitsuyo thought she could smell the scent of the babau's blood from above, or any of the other creatures she killed, but that was but a worried memory.<br/><br/>"Of course," Mitsuyo responded to the elf's question. "That's what I was about to do...well, most of us," she said with an annoyed furrowing of the brow at the thought of Nanaly getting herself into yet another sticky situation.