"Tch," Saori didn't have time to change her direction. That didn't mean she was wide open for an attack. The smoke that leaked from one of her flasks began to wrap around her legs from the knees down, forming into some kind of armored boots. Normally smoke wouldn't be the best at protection, but under Saori's control, they could be as tough as she wanted them to be.

She wasn't going to leave her hands unprotected though. The remaining smoke gathers in her palms wrapping around her hands like her handwraps. Her left foot connects with the broader flat side of the blade, despite the fact it was engulfed in flames, to at least push him back down onto solid ground.