dodges an invisible version of her own attack

The other was Salome’s casually swung right hand. It swung diagonally upwards with the
fingers gently bent. It should have not quite reached Mikoto’s body, but the chilly night
air split apart, the asphalt was torn into at her feet, and the railing was sliced in two with
a burst of orange sparks. Mikoto had quickly leaned her upper body backwards, but all of
the buttons burst from her coat and a few strands of her bangs were cut away.
Tension scorched her nerves.
But not because this was a mysterious invisible attack. She had recognized it.
She knew the answer.
“An Iron Sand…Sword!?”

- New Testament Volume 15 Chapter 2 Part 6