When the monster had struck, Inari had barely avoided the first attack and quickly realised that, with the shrouding darkness in the club, she couldn't rely on just her eyes. Her vision was sharp, but her ears and nose were sharper. When he came at her, the sound of his blade moving through the air and the smell of his sweat were enough for her to keep track of him. Even then he was fast and she was only just able to stay ahead of his swings. She didn't even try to parry or block his attacks, but simply did her best to avoid them.

The last strike he swung her way was the fastest yet and should have been the end of her, but at the last second she leapt upwards with all her strength twisting in the air as her semblance took hold and she felt the pull of gravity shift towards the ceiling. She landed, her feet sticking to the roof and the attack passed harmlessly under her. She took a moment to recover and, from her high vantage point, reassess the situation. Then the whole thing was over, before she could continue to act. Another flash of darkness and the monster was gone, along with all of his goons. Inari relaxed her sword arm, releasing the blade from her grip and letting it collapse into dust, as she looked down (up?) at everyone from her position on the ceiling.