*Maya uses her low stance to drop on the ground, roll to the side. Does an odd and untrackable clip from a laid position, vaulting herself over your head. Her hair falls into your face as her feet swing above her in a faster arc. You feel a swish of air among your hair. A lock falls into her hand as she lands on one foot and slowly brings her other foot to the solid ground as well.* [b]I shall take this lock of hair of yours wether I win or lose. To remember this fight.[/b] You notice she only has one blade in her hand now. You feel warmth rushing down your arm. [spoiler]the warmth is blood. Wether you have a knife impaled in your shoulder or if by your speed all I did was scratch you. That's your choice. Also. No poison. Thats reserved to the two shadow knifes.[/spoiler]