And then there's the claws, aimed for him directly. Not that he cares much for the forest's opinion of him, but he can still wonder if it's getting a good cinematic experience as Mizuki stands there serenely, twirling his umbrella in his hand. Maybe he'd be a little less cool if the dice weren't in his favor, yet with such grace he flings himself between the claws and lands on the beast's snout before the teeth could get close. Several tentacles coil around the length of his mouth and squeeze it closed as well. Get muzzled, idiot-

"Hi, Mister Lancer. You're very big like this, you know~? It's hard to talk to you. How about we calm down, just a little~? If you still feel like hurting me after, I'll let you."