[Anri flinches away from Saya's reach, effectively shrugging the other girl off.
No, no, no. They couldn't leave - not like this. How much worse had Anri made things? It's with a sinking realisation that she wonders if her life is forfeit now. Would Diva have killed her? Conrad? What about tomorrow, or the day after, or someone else -
It's with a burst of strength that she's able to cross those last few feet. Her hand runs over Saika's hit and then the sword is gone in a single flash of red, too fast to see.
Saika would make her stand, make her walk, make her fight. But blood makes it roar and she forces the presence back, away. With effort, she's able to sit up - cough into her hands, spitting up more blood.