[center][color=ed1c24][h3]Din[/h3][/color][b]Level 2[/b] - (7/20) EXP
[b]Location[/b] - Scrapyard - Start
[b]Word Count:[/b] 336[/center]
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Din heard the Master's quip, but Michael handed her a weapon that looked like a crossbow, but without the bow part. As the approaching machines got caught in her ice trap, Din attempted to fire upon them with the weapon she had just received. The trigger was stuck. Puzzled, Din looked the weapon over in confusion, unsure why it wasn't working. Did it need a bolt? Where was the string? What Din didn't know was that guns had a 'safety', but in her moment of preoccupation in getting the thing to work, the team had lost their advantage, the machines moving out of the ice. Hearing the master call out for help, Din looked up, realizing that they were already best upon. One slicer knocked the currently useless uzi from her hands, but she used the momentum and her dancer's instincts to fall to the ground and roll to safety, nimbly picking up her two other weapons, the Rod of Ages and her keyblade, Charm Equinox. Righting herself she looked around. The Master of Masters seemed to be successfully defending himself from his attackers for the time being, whereas Agoston had been pounced on. Still, Michael seemed to be in the most compromising position, but then shots rang out from the direction of the larger group, hitting the slicer attacking Michael, and Din could see the man in the leather hat running their way. Din felt that helping Agoston seemed like the next best course of action, but leaving the two attacking her unoccupied might spell trouble, especially if they attacked Michael or ganged up on the master of masters. In the end, she decided to trust Agoston, who seemed to be a seasoned warrior, to handle his opponent. Turning to the two she had just rolled away from, she cast the spell of winter beneath their feet and made to strike them with the keyblade, attempting to rain blows down upon them with both rod and blade and dancing her way out of their strikes.