Lexa's blades scythe through the warrior with the hammer, a series of quick dodges and counter-strikes dispatching him before that hammer has time to fall more than a couple times. (Normally she'd be more patient, let him wear himself out before risking such an aggressive attack, but normally trying to soak up those big blows he's swinging wouldn't risk sapping so much of her strength.) When he falls to the floor and then almost immediately pops back up under the influence of Maris's magic, her lip curls as he manages to make himself even more horrifying.

She's quick across the floor to Ciri's position, offering a hand up if she's fit to take it, blade out to defend as the Warden finds her feet again. Then she's headed for the other staff-swinging mage blocking the path to Maris, aiming to cut him down and make a path to the disgusting bulk of their boss.