Ah, fuck. Sheena whirls around as the blades emerge from the shadows, pulling her cards out in one motion as she goes. Probably shouldn't use anything too smoky down here, in an enclosed space, but that's fine - escape's not much of an option, at least not at the moment.

"I'm here," she calls, ducking low to dodge the brightly glowing ball that one of the blades just threw straight at her head. It arcs around, whirling back towards its owner's hand rather than continuing on. She surges forward as the ball recedes, not even letting it reach the blade's hand before she knees them hard in the chest to shove them backwards. The ball lands on the ground; the blade stumbles back, gives her enough time to gather her mana into an arte and knock them off their feet entirely with a flurry of cards. They'll be back up in a second, but it gives her enough time to turn and see how Zelos is doing.