Anakin stops, annoyed but not particularly scared. He's had worse than broken bones, after all, and he's pretty adept at dodging attacks. His own Omen stands defensively next to Anakin, ready to pounce the moment the Mankey so much as takes a step. Anakin, for his part, places an hand on his Omen's head. He speaks quietly and comfortingly to his Omen.

"Relax. If he wanted to hurt me, he'd have done it without warning."

Over his shoulder, to Maul. "So call him off."