Sayo really wants to keep looking over her shoulder and checking on Koh, but her father, the specialist at making people focus, kicked her right in the stomach. She supposes she's too short for the face but it's still an all out brawl. If her father had only started talking, she might believe this is training and not murder of a child by parent. She can't remember what the word is for that.
As is, she ducks and weaves and throws herself towards Ofanimon for Knightmon to catch with one armored hand. Glare hits the wall and grimaces in pain, which is a miracle considering Newton hadn't reacted in the slightest when she had decked him in the gut. She doesn't think about this. She runs for it, runs and takes advantage because her light would be against it.
Her light, which doesn't matter because she's dark as the true absence of brightness. She had died in the light. Mirei had died in the light.
Sayo was going to live in the dark.
There were two satisfying thuds. One from Ofanimon's thin, delicate skull, and the other from Glare's loud screech of pain from Dianamon sending her scythe swinging too far and-
The walls explode, loudly and violently. Everything goes white.