*the sword pierces through the wall and it's shards, still heading straight for Stratos. But the blast knocks Maya down and back. Her body riddled with shrapnel. She groans and staggers up to inspect her last blow, one arm missing and the other slowly dropping back down after being forced away from the swords presence.* [b]Nooo! Give it back! I. Need. It![/b] *Maya staggers forward in attempt to regain the sword and it's hold on her. Craving it. But she falls to the ground, weak from blood loss. But in her mind she's sure that the sword has done a great deal of damage in that blow*