Continue growling. Tense up and look around, looking for one of mine getting attacked, and listening for orders. Assist violently should that happen. If someone or something hits me, wreck whatever it is.
(3) You see the Captain and Horation, both unharmed. You spot Gak in the arena where he went on his own. You don't get a good look though. You don't see the shark guy, or the funny little guy that smells of people food, or the goat person or the insect demon. Of those, only the funny little guy worries you. He should be nearby, but he isn't. (1) Something does in fact collide with your back end. You lash out wit hyour tail, sending people and wood splinters flying. You don't know what you broke, but the sunds from behind you rise to a panic pitch.
Keep an eye on the crowd's behaviour, continuing to take shelter behind the table for as long as the stampede seems to be moving in the one direction. If people start rushing from the direction not shielded by the table, pull it back upright over me and hide beneath it instead.
Try and catch sight of my comrades through the chaos; see how near they are and how they're dealing with the situation.
Well, the dragon is remarkably collected for all this, until someone crashes a hand cart into his ass end. the hand cart explodes, the guy goes flying, and everyone within twenty feet starts shouting and pushing and shoving. and you, dear sir, are within twenty feet, just on the edge of the chaos, but quickly being caught up in it.
*disappointment*
Wake up, or at least make the best attempt I can.
(6)"Hit me harder! NAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH!!! that's the spirit! I'll kill you and feed your testicles to your firstborn! AHAHAHAAHAHAH!" You wake up as your body is hurled through the air, slamming once more into the mat with stunning force. You notice that your opponent is keeping a careful eye on you, but is glancing about as is fomething else were bothering him. You notice that no-one else is watching you at all. The activity around the cage is no longer focused on your match. "Are you dumb fucks leaving! I'll shove your kidneys up your nostrils! We haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet!"
appear out of a forgotten limbo next to the captain and observe the craziness
(5) "Want me to bite someone, boss?"
"Maybe.""Chaos? I can do chaos".
I stand at a place where I can easily find the exit, I take the captain with me and I fill the entire room with smoke.
(1) you fart egregiously for three solid minutes. "that's not how my power works, damn it!" you shout at your own ass.
((fun fact: I can't find an official synonym for fart 9as a verb, that is) - no medical term, no scientific one. Only colloquial phrases like break wind or pass gas.))
(5) in spite of the localized chaos caused by yourselves, the room begins to clear out pretty quickly. You note that some are armed. you begin to hear the shouts and whistles of the police outside.