Alcina's face blooms, as stunning as the flower it resembles, and wraps itself around a cluster of inner limbs, scraping down the armour painfully, leaving scores of broken tissue in its wake. If Juggernaut could truly bleed, it would've done so now with much enthusiasm. But it could only respond with a gentle leaking of its fluid, inner mechanisms glinting under the pale light.

A pained hiss leaves him, but it's no matter. This fight was never about damage dealt, but movement and strategy. He winces at Alcina's cry - This fight will be over soon, either by victory or stalemate. With spearing claws, he tries to hunker down before his sister can escape again, enclosing her in a prison of spearing limbs and a shredder mouth, though the latter would remain inactive for obvious reasons. Instead, it would be an uncomfortable reminder of what would happen if she had truly been an enemy combatant, mauling teeth gently mouthing the other drone instead; A gesture both smug and affectionate.

She slips away - a mighty shame - before returning to claw at his skin. Another hiss leaves him as the armour gives way, not nearly as severe as last time, but breaking through all the same. He considered lashing out with a leg, but that might skewer her, and he was unsure that a wound like that would heal easy, and in time for the first assault.

His other three tendrils reach for her as her claws leave its skin, hoping to properly bring her down this time.