*Maya curses as the spear pentrates her flimsy shield extending from her vambrace. It cuts deep into her left side, grazing her. She grunts and stumbles. She regains her footing with her own spear in hand. She rips above her forehead. And tears a shadow mask down over her face. You see a near formless black covering her features.* [b]Let's get a bit more serious eh?[/b] *Maya throws the spear hard and fast. She brings up her bow and starts a near endless continuous firing. During this, she seems to be chanting, or rather praying. Above the field dark swirls begin to gather. Numbering at about a dozen.*