Mayae freezes, watching the elf for a moment, fully defensive and ready to roll away at the first sign of an attack. She does not twitch, knowing she dispelled his magic that allowed him to see, and wonders if he is tracking her by sound. She glares at him, knowing it was a standoff, for the moment. She glances at the ceiling, noting how high it is, and if it is a vaulted ceiling, she casts fly, and jumps up, soaring above his sword's reach, to rain destruction down upon him.