[center][b][color=39b54a][h1]Gregor, Rat King[/h1][/color][/b][/center]

	Gregor rushed as he could see another blast starting to charge up, knowing that if she was this mad that it could be the end of the school, for in his eyes Sasha was a beast apart from the others when she was enraged. A divine fury like an earthquake or typhoon that could only be calmed by the likes of him, or something else fluffy and cuddly. As Sasha came into view, Gregor spotted her lack of a skirt and he almost tripped over himself like a fool. Sasha yelped out for him to protect her dignity, and dashed towards him to use him as a hiding spot. Quickly, Gregor took the jacket he'd been using for a cape and draped it around Sasha's waist, creating an impromptu dress to keep others from seeing her from the waist down.
	"[color=39b54a]Wha? Wuss happened to ya Sasha? Decided to try tha natural style?[/color]" Gregor asks as he's dragged along, not quite sure why her dress had been torn asunder.