It's oddly pleasant, hearing his name called like that— but Kylo is, as Ronan expected, already aware and prepared. The sword Ronan dreamt for him is in his hand the moment he senses the intent for attack, its fiery blade crackling to life. His stance is defensive, but he's certainly ready enough to launch into offence should the draconic creature be foolish enough to try its luck further.

Not that the blade is his only weapon, of course. Kylo flings out a hand, slamming his willpower behind a wave of concussive force aimed squarely at Estinien's approach to knock him back.