[center][h2]Yang Chenlu[/h2][/center]

The hulking man throwing open the door so loudly induced a predictable response from all the rabbits: they fled the table, cowering behind their summoner like the skittish creatures they were. Of course, Chenlu herself wasn't the greatest protection against attack and from her position behind the table she could hardly protect Mao. So the white-haired foreigner simply did what came naturally to anyone raised constantly surrounded by organised criminals: call for help. Only, not in the entirely literal sense, but instead via her contract.

The horse-sized moon rabbit gave Fremont a blank look, blinking, as its summoner crouched behind it with one hand up her sleeves.

"Um... because I like rabbits?"