The pulse of whatever the original has is lost, this is punctuated by a mutter of "shit" to herself. They're attacking and while Maka would usually be able to do a clean sweep of the area with a well-timed Witch Hunter, she can't resonate with something that doesn't have a soul and so substitutes it with the eldritch fire of the blade swinging at them as they dart and weave at her.

Dhaos is speaking to her, though caught in the middle of things all she can do is look up and nod in his direction. "Masaru, let's get 'em!" She's not afraid, they're not going to intimidate her into dodging, she'll run right to them and match their speed with her own as she slices at the monsters.