"KYAAAAA !" screams Sakuya as the her uniform, hanging barely by weakened threads, snaps by the momentum of Hiro's throw and the whipping winds. By sheer reflex ignorant of her tired body, Sakuya kicks Hiro in the face again, forcing him to let go. Riding the momentum of Hiro's throw, Sakuya cruises the flight and stops with a feather's landing right before she falls out of the ring.
Clutching on her otherwise ruined uniform, the furiously blushing maiden glares at Hiro. "You are one sneaky tricky opponent! Fine! Prepare to receive my final blow!"
Waving her free arm (the one not furtively trying to grab and hold onto her uniform), a set of cards teleport before her. Each card a unique design that spins rapidly in the air. One by one, the cards disappear and illusionary images of clocks and knives appear to swarm around her as she mumbles her incantation, her face still piping hot from the embarrassment.