[Her initial instinct is to retreat, regroup. Quick glances left and right tell her she could, pull her speed - but it might not be enough. And then she would have wasted her one chance.
She topples a little with the shove, her foot catching against the carpeting before she can right herself. She's quick to regroup, a flash of metal and light in a whirring arc making the air whistle as she lunges toward. Fully materialised and hilt tight in her hand, Saika is brought down at full strength toward Diva's shoulder.]