Akira readies her sword. She's got this.

Just got to stab the guard while its back is turned. 

The guard somehow doesn't here the soft click of the door closing.

Morgana pulls a short cutlass from... somewhere, and hold up a hand to count down.

Three.

Two.

One.

Akira strikes with her stolen sword, aiming for the gap between the armor's neck piece and the helmet. It's not a person. It's just an obstacle in her way. 

Morgana lunges at the same moment, slashing up under the guard's arm, hitting a slim gap there.

The guard whirls and recoils in pain, wounded but not downed.

"You'll pay for this! I'll bring your bodies before the king!"

And it swings its sword at Akira.

Akira gives ground to dodge the strike. There's not a lot of space in the small room to retreat into, though.

She brings her sword back up and tries to stick the shadow again.

Morgana seems to come to a decision in that moment, seeing Akira have to dodge a blow like that.

They reach up to their mask and tear it free, shouting "Zorro!"

A dashing mecha in an elegant suit appears behind Morgana, and unleashes a blast of cutting wind that tears into the shadow.

The armored shadow is battered backward and falls to the ground, before dispersing from the cumulative wounds.

"Whoa!", Ryuji shouts. "You have one of those things too?"

"Keep your voice down!" Akira hisses. 

Ann gives Ryuji a Look.

Ryuji ducks his head, chastened. "Sorry."

Morgana nods, as Zorro vanishes back to his mask. "Yeah. That's my Persona, Zorro. Does one of you have one?"

He nods. "Yeah. Captain Kidd."

"It's really cool and all, but we need to get out of here. Talk once we're free."

She has a suspicion about her headaches now, and the dream she had, but that can wait for when they're free of this castle.

Ryuji nods.

Morgana points at a small, grate-less vent near the ceiling, reachable by climbing up the shelves and table. "That's how. That vent leads to the outside."

"Huh. I thought things like that only existed in spy movies. Maybe Kamoshida's seen some."

She tests the shelf with her foot. It seems sturdy enough. 

"Let's go."

The vent is cramped, just barely big enough for them to crawl through, but they make it to the end, reaching patch of ground that swiftly resolves into the street outside of school, which no longer looks remotely like a castle.

"We made it out!"

Morgana's form back in the real world is... a small black cat with a white muzzle and socks and tail tip.

"Hey, I thought you said you weren't a cat?"

"If Morgana says they're not a cat they're not a cat." Akira's voice comes out a little heated. 

She pulls out her phone. What time is it?

"Good point. Yeah. Sorry, Morgana."

He scratches the back of his head sheepishly.