Oop, shit is happening again. Zangetsu recovers (more or less) from his hissy fit and stands, once again taking his fully angelic form. It was slower, and somewhat ungainly due to how long it was, but he couldn't deny it had some extra "oomph" that it looked like he might need.

"Summer court made it to the party huh? Too bad you weren't invited."

Pru takes her shot, and then there's fireballs. All this temperature change is going to give him a headcold. With his physical blade drawn, he's ready to knock any fireballs shot toward the ritual site into next week. Batter's up.