With Yousuke casting Garudyne every turn, the shadow stays down long enough for Naoto to squeeze in a physical attack and help chip away at it's health. Like any battle, it's about falling into the correct pattern. Once they figure it out, it goes down like all the others.

Yousuke wipes at an errant bead of sweat rolling down his neck. Naoto takes her hat off for a moment to re-arrange her hair.

"How was that? You still okay, Souji?"