Yamato snapped his phone shut and slipped it back into his pocket out of the rain. The Power Atsuro summoned held out its shield, and Yamato frowned out at it. The reflections were blurry, and the smattering of raindroplets on it weren't helping - but they could see something quite clearly, even if it was just a shapeless blob.

Better than the snatches of movements his phone could catch.

"It is satisfactory. It seems to be heading for the mountain."