The moment Amamiya was moving, so was Akiha. She never lost sight of her assailant as she moved with clear purpose, changing her position so Amamiya was always before her and she kept that chain in sight. She measured the trajectory and, at what seemed to be the last moment, dove out of the way.

And yet, Akiha never looked away. Mid-dive, her hair blazed a brilliant vermilion color and something completely unseen, feeling much like burning ropes, wrapped about Amamiya's upper body to jerk her straight at the wall counter to her current momentum. All accompanied by a wave of Akiha's arm as she rolled up onto her feet.

"I have asked you politely to leave my house. You are making the same mistake that girl did by attacking me first. If you mean to kill me, I will not be merciful. Leave."