While Gunter and Kratos would take their places on the ground, wading through... unmentionable and horrid waste, Tomoe had enough after the first millisecond of experiencing it. Thus, rather than simply stand there and fire, Tomoe would first ascend into the air using his Lesser Meteor spell, and take aim at the clown while his allies came at the painted creep in melee from his left and right. Tomoe would draw an arrow like any other, aim it like any other, and...
"Oh Tomoe, my sweet Tomoe... won't you lower the trajectory ever so slightly, dear?", a womanly voice whispered in his ear, and with a voice so familiar, there was no way he could refuse.
Rather than aim his kill shot between the clown's eyes, Tomoe's aim would shrug off to the right and down ever so slightly. Afterwards, a light would form to signify the ignition of a flaming arrow, and it would be sent directly towards Kratos' back just as he started to swing at the clown. It was Tomoe's Burning Shot, an arrow so heated and tempered that it would burn across Kratos' entire body for quite some time - and as Mr. Tanaka realized his mistake a mere blink later, he could only hope that the Dardian was hardy and stubborn enough to not die from the arrow that would shoot into his back at 30 m/s and then burn continuously for some time for constant A-rank damage.
"What the hell?! Ugh, that's my bad, bud, sorry 'bout that one!", Tomoe, the talented and elite marksman would exclaim from his position in the air; he hoped that this wasn't the action that screwed everything up.
Tomoe would look back for a moment and find nobody there. It was strange to him. Normally SHE would appear in times of desperate need to help him along or give him advice that turned out for the better... was this another of those occasions, or was there an impostor somewhere? If somebody was impersonating HER, right down to her tone of voice and speaking mannerisms...
I'll cremate them., Tomoe thought, burning with rage at the thought of a false goddess somewhere in the vicinity.