Kyousuke made a small glance to Kratos' sword as he drew it, a little wary considering the situation, but he hardly any right to protest, so he kept his reservations to himself. He had no know way of knowing how eager the man would be to use it, but he seemed reasonable, and apparently Sora trusted him with his life. ... He'd just have to trust in that, for now.

"... That may be better," he agreed. "We're not accomplishing anything by waiting."

That in mind, he moved closer to the door, intent on pushing the small barricade out of the way. There was a small flicker, right in the very corner of his vision, and for a moment, he paused, trying to get a reading on it, but it was gone as soon as he saw it. The hallway was empty... Had it just been his imagination...?

He frowned, but continued on unaware; the floor was the last place he would have thought to look.