[b]Bulls' Mast[/b]

[i]The Finger pistol technique. [/i] It was better performed than Bakuto’s ‘Shave’. Arafael’s fur thickened, its tail lengthening as the figure stood up in his two legs.  Arafael’s Hybrid form almost towered towards the ceiling. His arms and legs are roughly as thick as a pillar. Arafael’s Whit Fist clashed against the Living Dragon’s Finger Pistol.

One of the tables flipped towards Arafael in midst of the chaos. It wasn’t a problem for him, not with that strength of his Hybrid form. With one howl of his oversized canines, Arafael pummeled the Mahogany table. 

[color=ed1c24]“One ton.”[/color] Alesia was hiding behind that table. Using her weight shifting powers, Arafael got pinned down from the adrupt weight of the harmless-looking table. [color=ed1c24]“You know, I never lose in a barfight.”[/color]

[color=ed1c24] “Somebody, tie him up!”[/color] Alesia leaned above that table, as Arafael shifted back into his smaller wolf form, eyeing to escape with the extra gap of space created from his sudden transformation. [color=ed1c24]”Bakuto, your jackets, Hurry!”[/color]

That weighted clothing would be good enough to restrain him.