One's going back the other way; Philippus pulls the kick because the girl's charging into it, not as much as she would if she were healthy. She's about to touch down with that foot and clear the air around her with a spinning kick--that circle needs to widen--when she sees the sorceror moving his hands.

The spell this time looks different; she simply sidesteps as it approaches, fast enough to dodge.

But there's now a zhirel charging right into it.

She doesn't kill. She won't. It's a mortal girl. She's bought time and she'll do her duty as Gaea gave it. She brings her arm straight out--right in front of Juliet's face--and the spell hits her bracelet and wraps around, spreading up her good arm in a wash of pain.

Juliet hits her as she pulls it back to recover; there's a sort of general dogpile a moment later.