As the armor and weaponry was set, Mavolus lay resting on the rocks. After Isis and the squalls were finished, he lifted his head and looked at his back. The double row of turrets was lined by a sort of railing, very Galleon-esque. He sent electric charges through his body into the turrets. They folded up and took the form of large spikes along his back, with the railing sinking down. He did this several times as the squalls clambered into his back. He set the railing up and began walking around. The zinogre on his back laughed and hollered as he carried them around. His lights were a vibrant green as he wandered the village. He was having a great time, and do were the squalls.