[b]Hazel![/b]

Your hot wolfgirl makeouts suddenly involve a lot more [i]mustache [/i]than you had previously accounted for. 

[Astral Dance: [b]9[/b]! Rurik does not arrive quite where he intends.]

To Rurik Vesari's credit, he does not miss a beat. He sweeps you off your feet, aims a hookshot with his left hand, and as he pulls you up into the ceiling he drops an explosive flask behind him into the midst of the crowd of shocked khagnate warriors. I do not know if you had previously considered your position vis-a-vis silver foxes with eyes like glaciers and muscles like secret agents abducting you in the midst of a chaotic and high-stress situation, but perhaps you will learn something about yourself in this moment. 

[Entice! [b]8[/b]!]

"Excuse me young man," said Rurik, as below the Dark Dragon burst through the dance hall's double doors and unleashed a shattering Void-breath wave of destruction into the Khaganate soldiers. "I hope you do not find it too forwards if I rub your antlers for a moment? It is for the sake of love and the salvation of civilization. It is very important that I massage your antlers until the starlight comes out."