Bracing herself, the weapons cry in discord as lance meets sword. Boots dig into gravel as the added stability of the two handed weapon allows Kyoko to meet the blow without giving ground. Although the sharp pain that shoots down her elbow serves as a reminder that simply standing there in the face of a lunge had been stupid. If it had been anyone other than Sayaka, she would not have.

Fire alights her eyes when anger starts leaking through the calm warrior's facade, as the red clad girl starts pressing back against where the blades met each other -- thrusting furious strength in a sudden tidal wave. Trying to gain the advantage.

Goddamnit, it didn't even occur to her to try asking about shit first!