Ooops, lightbulb! Armin, his Ralts in arms, is going to sidestep any falling rocks, somehow all of a sudden miraculously unafraid -- hey, they still might die, but it's as an unfortunate side effect, not because they're actively in danger of being eaten! The Steelixes are angry at one another.

So he's going to hurry over to Eren, the resident Poke-translator and duck down, after glancing to make certain the other members of the group -- Elly and Ondorus, he thinks were their names -- are safe. Setting a hand on the familiar feel of sharp metallic wings, he shouts over the din -- "Eren! Ask why they're fighting! Try to make them stop!"