Mayt had spent this time locked in combat with the swordsman, stopping his every attack, and unable to land a good blow. He didn't notice when Sasha was being ganged up on, noticing would lead to thinking about it which would distract him. Getting him injured or worse. He would work on forcing the King to take a bad position, though he knew someone this skilled would never, and Mayt knew he would ultimately lose. What was saving him now was his magic, not his skill at his sword. He did notice when Sasha was next to him, but didn't quiet know why until he managed to force the King to back off for a moment, and looking up.

Mayt, seeing the woman jumping at Sasha, beat her there, taking a few running steps and jumping, blade heated to the max he dared, and sliced at the queen, aiming to either remove her leg or through her stomach. In a moment of cleverness, he stopped the queens movement, reflecting it onto itself and forcing her to fall to the ground, right to Mayt. He began striking out at her, aiming to kill, and getting closer with every strike. [i]They. Will. Not. Hurt. Sasha.[/i] Were the words that ran through his mind as he viciously swung at the queen, moving towards her with each slice.