The altered demeanor of the blue haired girl in front of her, that hateful glare. It was all wrong. It might fit someone like her...but not, "Sayaka?!"

Wait.

The word never had a chance to escape her lips. At the lunge Kyoko did her best to pull her spear around in front for defense, one armed. She did not made it in time.

Blood fountains out with the sword where it exits her back. For the briefest moment granting crimson wings, before falling to stain the ground.