Miyako rolled her eyes at her companion and the answer she got. Really, she was going to be standoffish like that in a situation like this? Sure, she didn't know what Miyako's special power was, but that was no reason to be so secretive about it. Weren't they on the same team or something? Somehow, this was not making Miyako more confident in joining up with this group.

Head rising, she dashed forward to intercept the scythe blow with her swordstaff before it could land. Yeah, okay, she would cede that the potion had at least done something besides her fatigue. Was her power general magic then? That could be useful. For now, a few quick swipes before the scythe wielder jumped away, herself grinning confidently even more as things equalized, somewhat.

That faded with the cry from behind, and she spun about to see another primordial with an axe attacking her defenseless partner. "Emiri," she cried as she sun on her feet, charging to try and intercept the axe wielder, but she could tell that she wouldn't be in time. Desperation fueled her being, not wanting to be the one to get her killed their very first time. That wouldn't exactly look good on her reputation, and it would be terrible otherwise. 

Before she could though, Emiri... vanished? Now Miyako was really getting frustrated. Healing, familiars, teleportation, what the hell was her power from her wish? If she didn't know, then she couldn't copy it. 

She glanced over as Emiri appeared right next to her, battered but still alive. "Geez, don't scare me like that," she said with a grin before spinning forward to meet the attacking Primordial. Her swordstaff spun and sparked, clashing with the enemy's weapon as the two of them went back and forth, her keeping a careful eye out at the same time for the other to possibly get involved. She wouldn't let herself get ambushed from the other side. 

She leapt back, planning out her next move, when suddenly cards appeared in front of her, alive and attacking. Okay, at this point Miyako had just given up trying to figure it out. There was no point. Instead she glanced back at Emiri with a frown. "I am not your student," she returned, which was true from her viewpoint since she'd only agreed to be shown the town, not to be trained or anything else like that. As she had said, she knew what she was doing.

She showed that then as she moved back in once more to fight the scythe wielder. Her swordstaff caught a slash, as per usual, before she pulled a trick of her own. The weapon separated into mace and sword, the blade still holding the scythe, and she slammed the mace into the gut of the Primordial she was facing. With that blow, she broke the block, tossing the scythe out of her path before performing a wicked slash that, if it succeeded fully, would separate the Primordial from her head. All as planned.