Willo went most of her life ignoring the downsides to her physique, mostly because she was smart enough to avoid dealing with them. More often than not the only drawback to being as quick as was, was the lack of 'oomph' she packed. However there were rare times, times like these, where the frailty of her body became suddenly and painfully evident. 

Her whole form shivered as though the room had dropped twenty-degrees, which given how wildly it spun in her eyes, very well could have been the case. A hand searched around blindly until it found rest against the wall and she leaned on it, trying to shake the ringing from her ears. The moments felt stretched, and in the back of her mind a tiny voice screamed she was wasting the last few she'd have in the world. Eventually she listened just in time to hear Lazarus call her attention to the barrier. 

[color=ed145b]"Ugh..."[/color] she groaned, turning to see the beast had lost no steam and was already preparing another attack. [color=ed145b]"Oh fuck me."[/color]

When the swipe came she evaporated once again, passing by harmlessly, though when she reformed it was with a heavy stumble that betrayed how effected she was. Still, Willo persisted, dashing to the barrier's face, then whirling around to meet the beast she assumed would still be following her. If the expected attack came, she'd Flitter out of the way once again, and hope the thing's momentum would carry it forward into the trap.