Kyouko was crestfallen at the way that Zavier had been playing around with her. It had not even taken him twenty seconds to best her. She was constantly being pushed around as if she was some pushover in comparison to him. She was one of the best geniuses to have ever existed and she was being beaten black and blue by a kid who had barely reached puberty. There was no greater shame in her eyes.
Even her Magatamas had been unable to defend her properly against the huge red blood blades that came out of nowhere. She was no doubt having the most difficult time of her life.
Instead of the clashing sounds that she had been expecting from the clanging of the sword and her shield made up of Magatamas, there was an explosive noise every time the sword struck the Magatamas. They were not only being pushed back but the blood colored blade was constantly damaging the Yasakani no Magatama that she was so proud of.
