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Fenghuang's sudden shout drew a hiss from the miniature dragon, his body coiling upward and teeth baring in alarm. Before he could lunge at the bird, however, human hands wrapped around his long form and lifted him off his feet.

[color=#723425]"The fuck [i]are [/i]you?"[/color] Noah squinted down at the creature practically dangling in his arms, then at the rest of the strange menagerie that now surrounded them.[color=#723425] "[i]Any [/i]of you?!" [/color]

Suddenly, Eli's alien abduction theory didn't seem so far fetched anymore. Though he'd always imagined aliens more scary and insectoid than... small and squishy. Like holy [i]shit [/i]this thing was squishy. Reminded him of jelly.

[color=#723425]"This ain't the beer, Conner!" [/color]Noah shouted back a little more defensively than was needed, confusion palpable in his voice. Before he could continue, though, a dolphin flew towards them and started going on about a magical realm and the elements and— shit, did any of the alcohol get spirited away with them? 

At "the most powerful" part of Chesi's explanation, the little dragon in Noah's arms growled proudly, mouth opening just enough to let go of Noah's sleeve, which he had all but destroyed by now. He indicated at his chest with a paw. Not that Noah noticed; his attention was [i]kind[/i] of stolen by his friends going through entire fucking Sailor Moon transformations, coming out looking like drama club kids on a freaky Friday.

And then they were attacked by a[i] bear.[/i]

Milo took the fucks right out of his mouth. Noah took back a few steps out of reflex, the familiar rush of adrenaline sending him reeling. He'd been in his share of fights before, and so, he hastily reached for his pocket — only to [i]not [/i]find his knife there. How?! He [i]always [/i]had his knife! Holy shit, if he got mauled by a bear because he used the damn thing to cut open sausages over a stupid-ass campfire and forgot it there, he was going to be [i]pissed[/i]. And dead. But pissed first.

The dragon, the dotori-muk looking little motherfucker, was roaring up a storm, and Noah's gaze flickered from it to the monster. A little ways away, his friends were wielding actual magic to fend off the thing. The dragon kept roaring. Right. He understood what it was trying to say. What it wanted him to do.

[color=#723425]"All you, lil guy,"[/color] Noah said, pulled his arm back, and [i]yeeted [/i]the dragon straight towards the bear's face. Something, something food chain, right?[/color]