((OOC: Hehehe, if you try and stop me I will, I'm not exactly coherent right now. However, if it comes to that, lets not go at it to fast and furious, don't want to leave the others in the dust))<br/><br/>Ome tilts his head in confusion as Gold talks to him. He growls, before rearing up, and roaring at the moon. His hair coils about itself, forming 4 thick tendrils, one shooting out at all of them, lightning fast.