The Spriggan cannot keep up with a six-pronged assault. That last Mazionga had been its last resort. As the demons and the Pokemon and the Persona continue to hammer it, its eyes close, its mossy limbs slacken, and the great creature slowly begins to topple.

It collapses into some sort of dust before striking the ground, thankfully, and the whole thing vanishes in the space of a few moments. Sitting on the ground to reward them is...

"Macca? ...Really? I guess there's not much use for it here..."

Atsuro breathes a small sigh and steps forward to pick up a few coins from the ground.