Table Turned
Naraku saw a gap in his enemies' defenses. There was no way to get to the weakest of Inuyasha's group, since they were protected by the hanyou who was hard to beat - even if he, Naraku, wouldn't admit that. The Lord of the West was also difficult to deal with and his group was nowhere in sight, so Naraku couldn't attack them.
But Kikyou seemed to be out of her arrows and far enough from both dogs...
A tentacle sprang forward and pierced the clay flesh of the miko.
"Kikyou!" called Inuyasha, desperation in his voice. Despite the clear wish to go to her side the hanyou didn't move from his spot in front of Kagome and Shippou.
There was no reason, since Kikyou's body was already falling apart around Naraku's tentacle...
"Kukuku!" Naraku laughed in mirth.
...And a small thing wrapped in a lock of Kikyou's black hair.
"...Ku?" Naraku grabbed the core of the Kikyou he destroyed just a moment ago. No one was charging at him and that was - especially in Inuyasha's case - pretty disturbing. He examined what he was holding. It was... "A puppet...?"
"I know it's a bit on the cheating side," Kikyou's voice said from behind him. "But you know what they say. If you fight by a sword you die by a sword."
And as he turned around to look at the dead miko Naraku felt a arrow piercing his form right where his tentacle had pierced her puppet.