Miyuki was too fast, she hadn't been able to strike before the black fox had also made contact. Her posture pitched back, though now her right hand left her sasumato and came to her, ready to try and intercept whatever it was Miyuki was about to do.

There wasn't any time to do anything other than struggle. Miyuki had counter-rushed her, successfully, and made contact. Escape would be impossible. Had escape been possible, before? She was so fast.

Her charged left palm came forward as Miyuki intercepted her, claiming her shoulder even as her strike came forward. She might have to shoot with her palm, if this got bad.

Miyuki's eyes were terrifying.

Her right hand abandoned her spear and came into intercept whatever strike Miyuki planned, likely with her other hand. That seemed like it would be the next thing she would do, but Yumeiko couldn't be certain. She could only predict and adapt.