Kyouri had caught up with the boys, covered in his own mess of blood and, oddly, carrying two unconscious and disabled bodies on his back. He always planned on keeping that promise to Sari about brining her something to 'enjoy ripping apart', and his smile was wide. He himself, was unharmed. "Hey there, Sora. Alli." He said, in his usual pleasnt manner, like he had just had a nice meal. "Have fun with that?"
She nuzzled him, nibbling on his shoulder for whatever reason. "My sweet little Willard.' She whispered.