Chance's eyes lit up as he was suddenly tossed into the icy cold water where who-knows-what lurked. Through gritted teeth he groaned angrily and this sudden turn of events. But he could complain later, right now he had to get out of here. As he treaded water back up towards the surface he reached into his pocket and pulled out his most beloved die of them all. It was a vibrant red, that seemed to give off a soft hue of crimson light, as if glowing from the inside. A mist seemed to swirl around in it's core along with dazzling specks of color. Chance held it against his chest and seemed to be mumbling something. Then in a radiant light the die disappeared and in it's stead was an unnaturally sized revolver.<br/>Jumping out of the frigid water and landing back on the ice, Chance pointed the gun at Frank.<br/>"You're lucky this thing doesn't have any bullets, however it does have ammo. So what do say we have a little russian roulette. I've only got one shot...so you gotta ask yourself. 'Do I feel lucky?'" Chance grinned as he gripped the trigger and held the gun steady.