The first thing she became aware of was the sense of falling. Rather, it felt sort of like being hurled along some nameless space, up until the point she made hasty contact with the ground. The snow around her kicked up with the force of the impact where she laid for a moment more, face down.

When she lifted her head, eyes finally opening, she had to squint at first, the brightness too harsh, but eventually diminishing... just in time for a terror demon to come into view. Scrambling to her feet, Yuna reached for her staff, which she was lucky enough to find just beside her, retreating slightly while she made an attempt to get her bearings.

As she looked from side to side, she had hoped to see someone familiar, Lightning? Tifa? But she saw no one she could recognize... and to make matters worse, they were apparently in the same demon-facing predicament she was in.

Turning back to the approaching threat, who screeched its unholy scream, she found her resolve, tightening her grip on her weapon. "Ifrit!" she called, waving the staff in conjunction, but... the aeon didn't come. A fear began to rise in her chest as she took another step back, "V-... Valefor!" her call was going unheard!

Her heart began to beat faster and faster -- what was going on?! Spinning on her heel, she needed to retreat, figure out what was going on with her magic, and broke into a run. Only... she didn't manage to get far at all as the demon, appeared right in her pathway again, knocking her back off of her feet in surprise.

With a large downward arc, it moved to rake it's claws down in the direction of its prey.