Nanako
Nanako's eyes widened as Justice suddenly went even bigger than before, the blast that quickly dislodged the remaining angels barely registering as she went back to beating her way through the creatures before her. This time, however, she had something specific in mind. These swarms were getting troublesome, and Justice's new form would no doubt draw more attention to him. With that in mind, Nanako dashed over to the rider, sigils under her gloves lighting up dimly as she called up her punchgaunts. In the moment between the summons and them arriving, just as she made it to his side, a cacophonus scream echoed out as Justice stabbed at the creature above them, Nanako wincing and resisting the urge to put her hands to her ears on the reflex, not out of real discomfort from the noise itself, but the sheer desperation and anguish it gave voice to.
For a moment, she wondered how she'd wound up in this fight, but the moment quickly passed, her cross-shaped punchgaunts settling in as the chestnut brown energy coalesced around her. Fighting with the gaunts on wasn't easy, like wading through waist high water. While sluggish by her own standards, Nanako's speed was closer to that of the angels assaulting them and of Justice behind her. The berserk swarm rushing them should've been able to overwhelm the brawler by sheer force of numbers.
Then she cocked back a fist and let fly with a yell, and if her normal punches were like gunshots, this was like being at ground-zero of an artillery piece going off, each punch of the barrage that followed battering the swarm back not with a direct hit, but from the sheer shockwave following her blows. Her fists blew them back hard, into the ground and each other, while her kicks sent them flying askew, like hurricane winds plucking a glider from the sky. The bloody tears that followed barely registered, just a faint warmth on skin already flush with the rush of battle, among other things.