[Center][h2]Dakota Rhett[/h2]
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Although tired, it was good to at least see Vincent safe and standing guard outside the house. While one might've wondered why they stopped, Dakota could see the logic in bunkering down until everyone caught up. Unfortunately for them, Dakota knew at least that he wasn't in the best shape to keep fighting off monsters, so they'd possibly have to play more safe than all-out offensive. "We taught those bastards to not mess with us!" He gloated, though his heavy breaths were a sign that not all was exactly well afterwards. All this running, swinging, and magic using was taking a toll. He needed a bit of rest at the very least to recover some of his stamina, but he didn't want to really stand around when he knew Jin and those gals were out there while the five of them here were all grouped up.

The positivity over being reunited was destined to end quite quickly, with Nick screeching as he bolted out with Caelum in tow. Able to hear the chaos within the building, Dakota backed away and got quite the view of the horrid abomination crashing out of the building, causing his eyes to widen as his gaze turned on the two that were inside, wondering who the hell was responsible, though at this point it probably didn't matter. What did matter was that this thing cut off their escape; Which was entirely a good reason to start panicking. If he and Barney just used their Personas, they'd wipe this guy too, right? Though, it was clear he didn't have much in reserve left. He had to mull between trying to potentially lash out with what he had, or holding off if someone got hurt. 

Which didn't take long, as when the weapon went through the air it might've been an easy enough dodge, but the aftereffect curse took Dakota by surprise. To the point that he tripped while trying to scurry away, getting damaged in the process and finding himself in even worse shape immediately after the start. He was glad at least that the pain was temporary and he managed to get out of the splash zone of the curse, but that didn't change the fact their opposition looked much worse than the mooks from before. He couldn't get close with something like that, it'd tear him in half! "Yo, uh, what's our magic looking like?" He quizzed his Persona as he tried to recover.

[b]"Unfortunate."[/b] It replied, to which Dakota groaned. No wind, no melee, what the hell was left? [b]"Perhaps it's about time you conjure a secondary weapon, much like our peer."[/b]

Face scrunching up in confusion as he pushed himself up, he didn't exactly catch on. "What're you saying? I don't even know how my weapon comes back, let alone how to make a new one!" 

[b]"You simply need will it! Do you not recall what you were told of this cognitive world? Wasting time will only cause more strife."[/b]

"Easy for you to say." Dakota grumbled, trying to figure out what to do. With a deep breath he tried to think of something decent: A distraction, maybe, his eyes able to follow Caelum seeming to lurk off with weapon-in-hand to get the drop of this thing. They needed time to try and brace for this fight, or make moves of their own. Tired and now somewhat injured, he wasn't entirely sure what to make of the situation, so the absolutely absurd-sounding plan his Persona built from Spindle's weird provided information was the best shot he had. He felt Thamyris' guidance in his movements, a hand drifting down to his hip and taking a firm grip of something he was certain hadn't been there before. He felt tension in his arm as it pulled up, holding forward a bulky looking [url=https://i.imgur.com/jDSVBBv.jpg]pistol[/url] looking weapon. 

"The hell? This is nowhere as cool as a freakin' flamethrower." He commented in momentary disappointment, before realizing beggars couldn't be choosers. At the very least it had a more effective range, or so he hoped as he circled Vincent and Nick out of his view to get a proper look at the mess before them. Taking what aim an inexperienced marksman could, he prepared himself for a moment before pulling the trigger: "Let's see how ya returning fire!" Staggering back less from the kick of the weapon, and more in shock that it wasn't just some kind of little hand-cannon. No, what came out was bright, almost blindingly so, flying forward across the battlefield. After recovering, Dakota could silently note what it actually was: A large flare, burning and flying at dangerous levels of velocity towards their opposition. It did begin to notably arc, something Dakota would have to get used to, but he prayed to connect all the same and at least offer something in what he assumed would be another grueling battle.