"NH-!" Takechirou-Archer growls and pulls back before the tendril can get to Kiyoiri's tendril, his own attention's focus upon her blindspot saving her from a nasty burn. Even so it brushes against the Servant's cloak, sending inky ash to the air as she hastily shoots.

"Don't let them even touch you!" she shouts, watching as the cloak remains in its frayed state. Takechirou clearly can't recover it, and that's a bad sign. "It's more than just a burn!"

And worse- far worse, are those branching trees. Swallowing her fear, she takes aim. Not at the tendrils-

"...to take out a tree, means..."

But rather the base of growth for these new, branching, flowering things.

"To aim for the roots..!"

They're words for herself, ultimately. A bit of self-assurance as she fires.