Ask Makoto for help.

'Don't just stand there, idiot! Do something!'

Makoto picked up Yukari's SEES revolver which had fallen to the floor, a blank expression on his face. As he pulled the trigger, a flash of light appeared as Orpheus appeared, charging into battle. The doll like Persona swung its sword, neatly cleaving the shadow into two.

Yukari collapsed into Makoto. 'Ah,' she murmured, blushing faintly. 'Um, sorry about that.' She looked up at him. 'And thanks.'

The door swung open. 'Yukari! Makoto! Are you okay!' Mitsuru and Akihiko burst on to the scene.

Hurriedly, Yukari pushed Makoto away. 'Ahaha, we're fine, thanks. Did you come to rescue us, senpai?'

'Um, Yukari?' Makoto murmured, worriedly.

'Don't worry, we're perfectly fine,' Yukari continued. 'No thanks to me, of course.' She paused, with Akihito averting his gaze. 'What?'

'Yuk-'

She whirled on Makoto. 'What?' She followed his gaze down. Her nightshirt was splayed open, rent into ribbons by Orpheus' swing, exposing a generous amount of cleavage. The remnants of her pink panties were on display. Her eyes widened, as her cheeks flushed bright red. 'You-' With a snap, the threads holding her panties together gave way, sliding down her slender legs down to her ankles. Hot tears arose at the corner of her eyes, and Yukari's shriek was heard several blocks away.