[Somehow, Saya hears herself think that if things had been different, she might have liked sparring with Diva. A flash of a forgotten memory hits her hard, Joel's estate with the sun beaming down. The perfect spot for them to play, fence, have picnics. If things had been different.]
[She can't afford to let it slow her down. Saya hits the ground at a crouch, coiled to spring forward again, giving Diva not a moment to set her stance. She cut her palm again to infuse the blade in the split second before leaping, leaving three red droplets on the concrete.]
[She aims for the elbow of Diva's free arm. Just one little cut.]