Different personalities will inevitably yield different answers when faced with different choices.
Phoenix Academy Maggie was not fighting for Gus, but to defend her own pride.
No matter how mature she usually appeared or how clever her mind was, she was ultimately a sixteen-year-old girl.
For a sixteen-year-old girl, the burning passion in her heart would not allow her to abandon a comrade with whom she'd fought side by side just moments ago, nor to flee in fear of the enemy.
Doing so would shatter the pride she held, and she would never again be able to speak to others with head held high.
"Fine, I'll let you become fodder for evolution."
Griffith raised his right hand, catching Gus's descending greatsword without moving an inch, as though his feet had sprouted tendrils that anchored him to the ground.
At this moment, Phoenix Academy Maggie unleashed wind blades that crackled and smashed into the blood-red armor.
"Hmph."
