There's a sharp look from the ground as Sayaka glares down the end of the lance, back up towards Kyoko. I did... what did that even mean? The blue-haired girl had never been one in the group for careful planning, and as the cogs slowly began to turn in her mind, she bared her teeth.

Lunging forward, as though in slow motion, she leaned just slightly to one side, the lance's blade cutting into her shoulder as she leapt upwards, the pommel of her sword aimed for the underside of the red girl's chin.

"You — really are an idiot!" she cried out, putting her full force behind the motion to try and knock her opponent off her feet.