*Maya slides the tip of both swords into the ground. A recurring pulse starts to fill the room, wave after wave. It picks up speed until an explosion of murky shadowy smoke blasts outward, centering from Maya's position. The smoke clears and Maya is adorned in a full suit of fabled shadow armor. The armor has an odd effect of making it hard to keep track of the wearer.* [b]I have time. Bring them on.[/b]