Without slowing down to look back, Lin eventually reached the crystal swords before anyone else, seizing them with a triumphant laugh. Hers! Her confidence soared, relieved that she hadn't been struck down right out the gate. Now she felt as though she had nothing to fear.

Allowing only a second to catch her breath, Lin also took the opportunity to grab a quiver of arrows and their bow. Egged on her by freshly-inflated ego, Lin spun around to see if Holiday was still nearby, and began to pursue her. Mid-sprint she threw the quiver onto her back, hung the bow around her neck and grasped both shortswords in her hands. Like some Amazonian raider she charged forward, a crooked grin hanging on her face. She wanted that bag, needed it, and this prima donna would even kill to get it. She'd done it once before, she told herself... this time shouldn't be much different.