That twist to the side saves him from the second piece of would, which strikes the ground hard, the splinters from it biting into her palm. She snarls with it, but doesn't have time to jerk back up when Hanzo throws her off balance, dragging her momentum beyond what she planned.

Good. He is not making it easy. She falls, the knuckles of both hands slamming into the dust and sand to brace herself. Old tricks are sometimes good tricks, and she grasps for dust before snapping her wrist to try and fling it to his eyes.

Hiding is not so easy when you are blind. This she knows.