[center][color=ed1c24][h3]Din[/h3][/color][b]Level 2[/b] - (18/20) EXP 
[b]Location[/b] - Scrapyard - Endzone
[b]Word Count:[/b] 269[/center]
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As Din danced in preparation for the fight with the giant winged Bowser clone, the enemy seemed to have some sort of deliberation, before the winged Bowser ended up just leaving to 'reclaim' his castle from pests, leaving the giant hand and the minions it summoned, who seemed to be friends with several of her party members. It enticed those party members with promises of paradise and reuniting with their loved ones, but Din didn't believe it. Din knew that whichever side the hero of time was on (in this case, Linkle), was the side of good, although no friend of Din had been summoned to convince or tempt her otherwise. For the most part, it seemed her allies had arrived at similar conclusions, choosing instead to fight, though Din noted with some dismay that Ratchet had succumbed. As the fighting ensued, her allies who did not have acquaintances summoned by the hand offered aid to those who did, and who were engaged in their own, very personal struggles. Of the ones who seemed to not have received any aid yet, Din assessed that Michael was the most in need of help, seemingly rendered helpless by the sight of his friend. [color=ed1c24]"STOP!"[/color] Din yelled as she swung the Rod of Ages, throwing a white ball of magic at Franklin's feet, turning the patch of ground beneath him into cold, wintry terrain. She hoped it would be enough to cause the man to lose balance, or at least distract him enough to not shoot Michael. She ran in the direction of the two, hoping to provide Michael with some backup.