Damn it, tiny things, come here and let him hit you! Even if Kousyxe couldn't be truly angry at the things, the thoughts that ran through his head at the little notes' attacks were ones of frustration and annoyance. He was definitely starting to ache from it all, too.

Still: he'd been through worse, hadn't he? Shadows were bigger targets than these were, they were more of a threat, and he'd seen enough of those in the past few months... nothing to it, keep trying to aim the shockwaves right, and - aha! If he could call his blades out of nothingness, surely he could do the same when they already existed? He started to throw them, launch them at the notes, returning them to his hands once they'd reached their destination. Perhaps that'd kick up less sand, too.