Dishonored: The Corroded Man p. 80

The Boss was there too, in the reflection but ... something was wrong.

It happened in an instant, in the blink of an eye, as Galia found herself groping for thin air. Suddenly his reflection was behind her in the window. She wheeled around, all hope of surprise gone, and swung the blade. It was a clumsy move, but usually an effective one - one born of instinct, of years as one of Daud's Whalers, in the hope of moving from novice to master, to be closer to him, to share more in the power he held.

Again Galia stumbled forward, expecting to meet a body with a blade embedded in its neck. But the knife sliced through air.

She turned. The Boss was on her other side, standing a yard or more away.

With a growl of annoyance, Galia moved again.

And met air.

She looked up. Now the Boss was behind her, on the other side of the factory office.

Transversing, of course! Two could play at that.

Galia focused and picked a new position, transporting herself the short distance nearly instantly, appearing three yards behind where she had been standing, ready to take the Boss by surprise.

He was gone.