No chance to feel for the beat, this time, and that rough rhythm one that had him thrown at the start - Kousyxe fell back on sheer physical defense as the first clone rushed forward and swung. He yelped slightly, stumbled back, but he'd at least managed to get his blades up and raised to take the worst of the blow. His recovery from the hit was far from graceful.

He couldn't let the clones push him around, couldn't let the beat push him around. He had to strike back - and the first clone to strike got an awkward knife to the face.