Chouko hovers over the roof, releasing her power's hold over her friends, and they drop gently to the roof, all looking triumphant. Yuko flips a body off her shoulders to drop unceremoniously onto the roof - a girl you don't recognize, dressed in a loose, billowy dress of brilliant red and black. Akiyama Atsuko, you suppose. You prefer Kuvira, really.
The other one, laid more gently on the roof by the Suzuki sisters, is... Yumi's, you guess, from the state of her hands. You have an overwhelming impression of grey - messy grey hair falls over an elaborate, multilayered kimono of a lighter grey. Bands of bright orange trimming our her sleeve and sash are the only splashes of colour on her form - apart from the thick smears of blood from her lacerated fingers, anyway.