[That is it - Dimitri snarls, sending the broom through the head of the man in the suit one more time. But it won't do - nothing is doing, it's - ]

[In his chest, his lungs' pace quicken, and he scrambles desperately for any sort of calm. This isn't real. This is like Mononoke, taking on his face, his voice, gambling with his money. What is Mononoke's type weak to?]

SANTA!

[There's the sound of thundering heavy paws against the floor, and Dimitri leaves it to him, pushing past all these fakes. These illusions. That's what they are, just illusions, inconsequential as his hand pushes through them until he's right there before Eri. Immediately, he falls to his knees, pulls her trembling body into his arms. His hands are so much bigger than his; her wrists practically disappear into them as he takes her hands from her hair.]

Eri, I am here! I am here, and it is going to be all right! You belong to no one but yourself. These are just lies meant to distress you -

[And that's approximately when Santa the Obstagoon bursts into the room, already screeching in pre-emptive rage from the frantic panic he'd heard in his trainer's voice. He's already trying to slam a kick straight against someone's back.]

[This does not work.]

[This does not stop him for a good few minutes as he just flails his arms and claws through the various ghosts gathered about, yelling louder as only bipedal hard metal murder ferrets can.]

[Dimitri lets him do whatever, focused on untangling Eri's fingers from her hair as best he can.]