The smirk never left Rikku's face, not even as she watched the guitar disappear in what was only the weirdest way possible. As the Warrior, it was pretty much impossible for her to be afraid of anything; fear wasn't in her vocabulary in this dress sphere, and she liked it.

Rikku watched the shadow forming, saw it coming her way, and raised her sword to block; she knew that it was some kind of magic, and that her sword might not do much against it, but it was still a blade, and that was all that really mattered.