Despite the roaring and the thundering of his heavy hooves, Rakkurat followed Aralie's cues. Verbal growls and groans of curiousity and admiration as he was tamed down from beating his chest and swinging his massive horns about. The crowd bellowed with it's applause, his sign to take the nymph and step away for the next act to show. A tapping at his shoulder led him to smoothly slide the nymph into a hand, setting her down gently. The dogs were up in another one of their riots, ready to have at his ankles lest their master keep a good hold of them. As trained as most of the animals were, many still had trouble keeping calm and quiet with the hulking beast around. He was an animal himself, after all, wasn't he? He had a hefty scent and a presence that dominated everything around him just like it, offensive to the eyes and noses of mutts alike.<br/><br/>The sound of a solid punch, the rustling of bodies and a shrill shriek from his Nymph alerted him to the mess that was the elf strangling his human. With a loud huff, if not to help their ringleader during his short absence, but to soothe the nymph's worries, he grappled each small body by the waist and pried them apart, holding the like a chlid would her dolls. The minotaur sent them both looks, they'd surely done it now, and the body that ushered into the tent at the sound of the backstage commotion was a sure sign that the fight wouldn't go unnoticed. Mathis, of course. It seemed as if the man knew everything that was going on, seeing the damage done, Osran looking like he just got battered, hair a mess. Vasyli still seething.<br/><br/>"W.. What on earth, what are you two doing!?" He swung a hand down, and Rakkurat obediently dropped them from their low height,  standing by with his tail swinging against the backs of his legs. He was ready to break up another fight before it started. Mathis stomped right up to them, pushing Osran around by his arm to inspect the damage, "Someone, makeup, help him get ready! You. Get out of here, don't come back without some coverup." Mathis left Osran to leave with one of the dress staff, hopefully any job they did would prevent the inevitable bruise from showing to the crowd. He was incredibly thankful the stage was at such a distance from the crowd, it wasn't nearly as much of a hassle as trying to touch up the fire eater when he'd go out at night and get into spirited fights for the fun of it.<br/><br/>Mathis drifted back to Vasyli, irate as ever. "What has gotten into you!? Can't we go one day without something being broken, or torn? And now I come here, you're using fists now Vasyli!" Despite his anger, there was a look in those old eyes like he wanted to understand. He wanted to believe that the elf didn't just decide to throw down on a whim, and knowing how far Osran went when it came to instigating conflicts, it was likely the both were at fault. Same as ever. "What did he say now what was so important that you had to go and start a fight, ah--" He lowered his voice for a moment, voice harsh but he kept that demeanor of a concerned father about him as always. Interrupting himself, he looked up at the minotaur, "Tell Kevice to be prepared to come in before the day is over, just in case something happens." Hopefully it wouldn't have to come to that, but it wouldn't hurt to have the half-elf closer to the tent ready at a moment's notice if the situation couldn't be resolved. Understantably, Henrik was trying to be of as little notice as possible, but Mathis was sure to let him know he should be in no rush to conclude his show once he stepped on after intermission.<br/><br/>While the minotaur picked Aralie back up to sit atop his shoulder again and leave, Mathis had somebody else's problems to resolve, not wanting Vasyli to get away with things so easily.<br/><br/>Kevice was off doing what he usually did, traveling about with his various tools, the same schtick as usual. Juggling knives, swallowing swords, breathing fire, letting small children hang from hooks he stuck in his face or chains he grit between teeth. It was a treat for young boys, at that age where they were fascinated by the gross and insane. The appearance of the minotaur, just the same as yesterday, made him groan though, and before he moved places he let the thing growl words at him. "You should stay close" was all he needed to say, voice low and booming despite his personal tone. Kevice barred that toothy maw in a big scowl, "Again!? You best be sure I start getting some perks for all the shit I've been picking up around here." The minotaur stared at him unphased as the half-elf sulked off, hunched with his back of goodies under an arm to set up show near the big top.<br/><br/>Hell, maybe this whole revenge plot of Vasyli's backfired on him. If he kept pulling off stunts like this though it didn't matter if Kevice was roped into it all or not. Someone had to pick up the pieces and show the crowd an ounce of charisma, as twisted as his was.