The principality lashes back with an unexpected display of force. Illyria - had not anticipated this. Her shell crashes to the ground with a startled cry.

She spares no time for questioning or commands. The principality desires violence. She will deliver it thus. Her shape now may have sacrificed power and grandeur, but it has one thing her true form could never have boasted in this capacity - she is fast. She swings her shell's legs in a sweeping arc, entangling them in the principality's and bringing it to join her on the ground.