*Maya grunts as sword in her left hand starts to become aflame. It wreathes itself up the blade, her arm and harmlessly encovers her form though the grass below her feet becomes charred. The Cursed Blade in her right begins a mental moaning chant, flaring Maya's seal to a bright burning green. She moans with a guilty pleasure, head thrown back, as she feels the power of the shadow demons begin to flow and pump through her. Her head comes back down, eyes blackened and glaring.* [b] The bigger they are, the harder they fall. Let us dance[/b] *Maya sprints forward. She disappears through a shadow point, reappearing behind and above, both swords pointed down before her, slicing toward your neck, but moments before she reaches it, she disappears again and shoves a now mentally screaming cursed blade toward your gut*