And so Willo did not dodge conventionally. As the beast closed the distance between them, her eyes faded in color, and rather than side-step or yield backward ground, she lunged forward in a black misty haze. She passed through and by it in vapors, reforming the split hairs of the moment the attack was avoided.

[color=ed145b]"This way~!"[/color]

Her foot pressed against its back, and she jumped again, torquing her body parallel to the ground and whipping the glaive up at it with as much force as she could muster. Without the aid of a super-heated blade however, she didn't expect much of an effect, and in the worst case the thing would stick to the beast, and be lost to her. But she didn't think about that, she had few options and if she spent the whole time debating them the damned beast would devour her.