Shouta looked over to where she was headed towards, and in an upward swing, shot a ribbon of cloth, latching it around a light fixture conveniently between the two. Giant cleaver in left hand, he jumped and reeled in quickly, waiting to strike until the attacker was in range, readying himself for yet another possible close-quartered, mystic-powered fight to the finish. He wished he had enough strength to do backflips he liked using in fights... well, overusing. Oh, well. Time to strike. Hmmm, a few quick, fluid, zig-zagging slashes in her direction should at least distract her enough for what Shouta's new friend... accomplice... goal-sharing individual possibly has up his sleeve.