[Her voice was barely discernible against the muffling weight of the ash, but he does hear it. Even if he hadn't, the flashiness of her 'abilities' was more than apparent although not so easily dodged. Shifting, Hei leans back, barely avoiding the edge of her attack. Completing the back flip, Hei moves, knowing that just as she was on the run, a moving target was harder to hit then a stationary one.]
[Listening for the slightest sound, the barest movement of air, Hei releases one of his knives, keeping it bound to a wire for ease of retrieval if it failed to hit it's intended target.]