"It's a foolish creature that doesn't know just how bold it is to think it can match us." She smirks. "A youma."

There's another signal, just as reliable, to tell where exactly the creature might be: The screams start as people panic and run. Someone must have discovered the youma's 'costume' was a bit too real.

Or they were already its victim, flat on the ground with their energy already stolen. Mercury heads forward with a brisk, purposeful stride. After all, she has more pride than to let the youma challenge her.