where the wild things are

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

While Ronin is shifting, Remi takes whatever momentary advantage he might have to slip through the trees toward the backside of his husband's suddenly hulking frame. Amidst the trees the alchemist is far more nimble than a dragon, but of course a quick thrash from the Huntsman would be enough to send the trees sprawling. Reaching out a hand that's suddenly covered in fur and tipped with claws, Remi reaches out to slash at his husband's tail.

Is it? Remi wonders in a teasing tone. How very unfortunate for you.

Combining his magics now, the alchemist's duplicate will appear before the dragon, though behind him, the Woods will melt away into one of the suites of the Halenani. Therein will be Maeve, in the bath as she had been what felt like ages ago, beckoning for Remi to join her. With a glance over his shoulder, the duplicate will simply smirk in Ronin's direction before tugging his shirt over his head and making his way toward the former Madame.