"No. They're relentless." Maia said as she peeled down one of her gloves and revealed a large, prismatic gash running up the entirety of her forearm. "All we can do is fight and hope that they get the message and leave to seek easier prey." She extended her arm and the wound quickly opened to shoot out a large and wide, blue and green cluster of what looked to be ink, exotic vines, and tentacles. Before the matter could land on the ground it suddenly reshaped and solidified into the form of a misshapen quarterstaff. Her expression became a mixture of sober sadness and grim readiness as she seized the weapon in her hands. "If not, we'll have no choice but to slay them."<br/><br/>"Soldiers!" She shouted back to the guards, "Their touch can reduce you to their likeness! Avoid it if you can and steel yourself if you can't!" She slightly bent at the knees as those last words left her lips, then sprung into action, rushing at the closest beast and leaping into the air, her staff spinning before she brought it down with all her might with a crashing blow aimed at what passed for its current face.