Mavolus turned as he heard the footsteps. He was just in time to see an armored kneecap slam into her chin, sending her down the cliff. Mavolus let loose an angry screech as he eyed up the attack, long sword arcing towards his neck. He had no time to dodge, so took the only other option: he caught it in his teeth. Having three jaws is helpful when holding prey, and this was no different. He clamped down hard as his eye became a solid, cautionary yellow. Sparks of lightning arced from his mouth, jumping between his teeth. The lights on his body turned an intense raging crimson, even the bioluminescent flesh of his inner body glowed more intensely, showing thorough his teeth. The was so angry that heavy steam was seeping from between his plates, appearing like a bloody mist due to his light. He let out a long angry, gutteral growl as he stared down his attacker.