[The bird Matoba swipes next with an ofuda dissipates and loses its form with a wavering, pathetic squawk, and flutters about as a spirit orb before floating back off in the direction of its master, or so Matoba supposes. He watches it with a sharper eye and a bit more bloodlust than is strictly necessary for such a weak thing.]

[Honestly.]

... Your dolls should be able to distract them. For the time being; I must fetch orders from my boss. [He sighs in deeply through his nose; he's all back to cold and clinical, not a trace remaining of the playful, troublesome imp that was Seiji. But he still looks back to Natori as he steps away and smirks, perhaps a glint of fondness remaining in his eye.]

Don't get pecked. No glasses to shield you, hm?