The Yellow River's currents jump high, yielding to The Dragon's presence. For water is her element, bending at her will. The waves settle for flat tides, saving The Rabbit from her fate.

"I spy with my eyes a hate crime," The Dragon booms, a rumble to her thunderous tune. Her floral antlers darken in hue, shifting from white to red. "Instigated by Snake herself. Why am I not surprised?"

For once, The Snake has nothing to say because this wasn't her plan in the first place. Correcting The Dragon doesn't seem wise.

A storm brews. Rain pours. Lightning snaps.

CRACK!