"Maaa...." Mawile answered with a low growl. Her back was to Kotoha, showing her giant steel jaws at her instead.

She was taking a moment consider what Kotoha said, trying to gauge if she was a threat or not. Slowly but surely, she would finally move aside, her steel jaws still aimed at Kotoha though, just in case.

Clive was laying on his side, faintly covered in ash and dust. He had a bruise on his forehead where the loose pipe had hit him before he arrived here. Other than that, he didn't seem to have any other injuries.