Many times, Rakka wished that she had a hand in helping the west just as much as Jasmine did. Maybe it would have helped matters somehow. If only.

Sadly, it was a bit too late for that, but she could still lend a hand to the populace as monsters made life very difficult for them. Nothing a Precure couldn't tackle, though, as was their duty.

Amidst the groans and moans of the undead was Rakka's shouting as she got close, skidding to a stop before her friend and the unruly monster mob before lashing out. A punch directed at one of the monsters should knock them out clean.