Inigo had braced himself for a blow, but it never came - in its place, however, a startlingly familiar voice rang out, shaking him out of his stupor. His eyes widened as he blurted out in pure surprise, "Mother?!"

He pushed himself off the ground, (recovering from a fall was every bit a crucial skill for a dancer, to adapt and improvise from failure,) unable to keep himself from asking the question foremost in his mind: "Mother, what are you doing here?!" Not that he wasn't glad to see her, of course - he'd be mincemeat right now if it weren't for her - but he couldn't help but be concerned for what her absence would mean back home. Inigo was expendable in the kingdom's eyes, surely, but not its queen.

Ah, but the questions could wait - the heat of battle was hardly the time to dwell. Spurred with newfound strength from Olivia's presence, Inigo struck the Shadow Bug with a spinning blow from his sword. As though sensing it was outnumbered, the glob retreated - but no doubt more would hear the commotion and rush in to fill the void instead.