It's enough give her a chance to shift her weight, pivoting on a dime to try to circle to his flank. Watching his shadow in the flames, she doesn't quite anticipate the change in velocity. It's inelegant, but she drops her posture on the fly, lowering to (hopefully) avoid a full tackle from Id.

"Was," She retorts gruffly, using the rest of her momentum to sweep his legs out from under him before splitting her rod into two, grasping the weapon now in both hands now. Turning to face him once more, ideally at his flank, she grips the hilts hard, ready for another assault.

"But not anymore."