For some reason, whatever the reason may be, it would seem as though the gods have smiled on Geno for a brief moment. Well, more like winked at him. If they were smiling, he wouldn't be in such a sorry condition... but at least he was still alive!<br/><br/>The dragonfolk contemplates using the last bit of rage and adrenaline left in his body to tear a few wounds into Nurkisi before being forced to become part of her, but he quickly has a change in plans. Perhaps it was the brief but familiar scent that grazed his nostrils, a scent which made him believe that there might be someone outside the tent who could save him from this. He surely risked getting snatched up by some other predator passing by, but at this point anything would be better than dying to a foxtaur and her manservant.<br/><br/>With as much speed as he could muster, Geno turned to withdraw from his attackers and get as far out of the tent as possible. If there was a place to hide, he'd go for it. If he could get the attention of someone to aid him, even better. He just needed to get out of danger before it was too late.