Despite her..strange and ubiquitous threat, Amaya quickly takes a step back, one hand grabbing the gun from her holster, flicking the safety up with her thumb, and twirls it on one finger, looking for any vital points, and steadies her aim through blonde locks skifting over her eyes. Biting the edge of her lip, she flicks her trigger up..and then looks at her gun..<br/><br/><em>Tch! If it's iron..I can't freeze it....1535 Celsius? ..Nn...the only hope is for another chemical reaction..an acid! Ah-ha!..I need to put some distance down!</em><br/><br/>And with that, she quickly aims her gun at the floor in a patch in front of it..hoping to slow down the sentient..metal so she can make a quick break to buy some time to make an alchemical reaction..or five..<br/><br/>((OOC : Make any rolls I need to so we can keep this moving for the next turn. ^^; For right now she's firing at the floor for a distraction and trying to run..so..I'll naturally need a little bit of help along. ^^; Make any rolls so we don't have to wait on double posts, hehe