Mavolus noticed the eyes watching his comrades. He'd didn't do anything, not yet. They hadn't spotted him, due to his cover. If they were scouts, it'd be better if they thought there was only two of them and not three. He stayed low, unmoving, his lights almost completely out. He couldn't make out what they were, but he knew where they were, and his Iightning breath was very accurate even at distance.