*Caught off guard, Maya is thrown into disarray and tossed into a heap from the bolt. The sword, refusing to lose it's wielder took the brunt of the blow. But it causes the process of the possession to speed up. Maya's body, smoking and slightly burnt, stands back up on her feet as if pulled by puppet strings. She shakes her head and clears the confusion away.* [b]That wasn't such a great idea. But thanks[/b] *The voice wavers between raspy and Maya's normal voice. She raises her hand and yanks a shadow clone from her dimension, throws it to the ground like a rag doll. She infuses it with a bit of her soul shadows to make it stronger and more withstanding. Yanks it to her feet and points at the direction Stratos went.* [b]Hunt. Now.[/b]