His arm moved and he clenched his jaw, following through on those several shots. Singed vines curled and recoiled as if in pain, but prevented a gory cocooning that had taken the lives of more than a few.

"Shit! ...Thanks, Naoto." Some days he worried how the hell he could function as a Meister if he didn't have a partner that thought far quicker than he. As she reloaded he was on the move through the growing 'wall' of tendrils around him; an arm grazed by a whipping vine but he ignored that flash of pain.

Raidou broke through and Kanji tried to call to get him the hell out of there, but he spoke first.

"Get--" He turned. Shit, she was skipping down the damn path like this was a game! Part of him didn't gel all too well with firing on a little girl, but...

"Kishin... kishin egg..." He repeated to himself and moved in pursuit, point and fire.