Mavolus' head snapped towards the aggressor, his eyes locking on him. All of Mav's guns had unraveled themselves and were trained on him. "We are of our own official business. Of which we have no reason to tell you," he said, his lines glowing a vibrant, threatening crimson, jolts of multicolored lightning visibly arching between his teeth, "Now, lower your weapon before we must become... Uncivilized...." Mavolus gaze did not break, nor did he blink.