[Anri's more resilient than most, but not impervious. There's a faint but distinct crack, Diva's blow doing actually what she intended it to do. Anri's lips part, a soundless prelude to the hot twist of pain shooting up her stomach. It hurts, a hand going to her rib cage before she can stop it.
A splinter of bone to the heart or in the bloodstream... It occurs to her, a flash of clarity between Saika's excited whispers and the spiral of pain.
If she ran now, that would be it.
Anri whirls after, pivoting on one foot - keeping her injured side away from Diva, the sword's blade lashing out again.]