There was absolutely no reaction to his yelling. It just continued to charge right at him as he backpedaled away, like it wasn't scared of him or the sound of his voice echoing through the room at all. In fact, rushing at him for the sake of being disgusting and giving him a heart attack no longer seemed to be good enough. Shockingly, the thing suddenly pounced forward, blatantly attacking him in a way he certainly hadn't been expecting at all.

Had this happened while he was still, he probably would have been able to jerk out of the way in time. But since he was already moving backward, he wasn't able to react in time to shift directions mid-step. The thing landed on his foot, mouth clamping hard into the area right above his left ankle. For a thing that he didn't even know had a mouth (teeth? mandibles?), it was able to inflict a shocking amount of pain. It was hard and sharp, both possibly more impacting since he hadn't seen it coming.

"AAHHHH!!" Any mind-shattering hysterics Klavier might have exploded into from this thing touching him were immediately cut off by that pain. Reacting again mostly on instinct, he reared his leg back and swung it forward hard, trying to send the thing flying off.