Though she didn't dare look elsewhere to confirm it, Maia smirked as she felt and glimpsed the effects of arcane magics from a corner of her vision. That the guards drew steel and charged in behind her was a relief, though she wasn't entirely sure who they were aiming for until she heard the sounds of swords cutting through flesh not her own. Still, she had her own problems to contend with as the chaos beast reshaped itself to tower above her. As it fell, she spun to its side, her staff moving along with her to smash it once in passing, then twice more as she rotated the weapon's ends along with her body.<br/><br/>But this was chaos she was fighting and even though she was familiar with it, every fight was different. She dodged the majority of its attack but its sickening array of fangs and claws tore into the skin of her right arm after her last swipe. She let out a noise that was both a pained murmur and the onset of illness as her arm began to lose its shape and shift colors, forcing her to drop the staff. Her discipline and focus won out in the end though, and her arm became solid once more before she countered with a left hook, followed with a solid roundhouse kick to whatever passed for its 'back', and a high spinning kick a foot higher.