[color=ed145b]"Woah--"[/color] Willo felt an unexpected resistance when she tried to yank the axe back, quickly realizing that the blade was more or less merged temporarily with the elder man's chest plate. She looked up to him, head hunching a bit as she mustered up an anxious chuckle. [color=ed145b]"Uh...sorry? Eheh..."[/color]

She heard Lazarus hang her out to dry, but before she could complain the angry hunters began their assault once again. The one behind aimed to slash, the man before aimed to shoot. The axe was stuck, there was no point in trying to wrench it free, and even if she did the weight of the ice would throw off her swings. So instead she took advantage of the fact that it was fixed to the elder hunter, vaulting up and standing atop the protruding handle before leaping up and over the man's head. Surely this would avoid the younger hunter, but she still had to worry about the pistol, and tried to swat down at it in an attempt to throw off the older man's aim. 

If all went well, she'd land behind him with a moment to breath and consider her next move.