She is having trouble focusing on the thought of trading with a fake Sho advancing on her. She makes a noise of frustration and wrings her hands. The mic chord seems to come to life like a snake and lifts in a wave before curling around her ankle and taking her off her feet just before Chikusa's second arrow hits Shotaro making him stumble.

Kyoko groans and sits up. It feels like everything is always out of reach, it's such a familiar and horrible feeling she quiets as Shotaro seems to go misty, not quite gone yet but less solid at least. Probably one more attack will finish him off.

"I'm never ready." She replies, her voice morose and almost sulky.