She watches him carefully as he takes to the air—measuring, calculating—but she isn't quite on key, yet. When he dives, he catches the half of her, not quick enough to side step his path entirely. She spins with it, throws herself down to limit potential damage if he tries to follow up at a similar height. Her familiar starts to fuss before unceremoniously being told to be quiet, and when the coast is clear, Valentine is quick to pick herself up and hop back (once she's sure she hasn't done anything serious to her ankle) in order to establish distance again.

There's a dull ache in her head, but she knows she didn't hit it on her way down.

"Hm." She swipes her hand through the air, violet once more hurtling towards the dragon.