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It was very much as the information had said. The First Floor of the dungeon was like an entirely different world - a snowy forest as far as the eyes could see, cold air accompanied by an even colder breeze. It was enough to convince any player who was fully aware they were in a game that they may as well have stepped into the Himalayan Mountains instead. But that didn't stop Usagi from entering, oh no. He was aiming to grind his levels upward as soon as possible, even if that meant attempting to go solo in the dungeon for a spell. The trash mobs weren't anything he felt would be hard to deal with. It was whether or not he'd wind up dealing with them in numbers that would prove a problem. Wolves, no matter the MMO, were always programmed to aggro on sight, should a player be within distance. And unfortunately for Usagi, he'd managed to attract a trio of them.[break][break]

BGM: In the Midst of Combat(Bridge 01 - .hack//SIGN)[break][break]

A streak of white amidst the howling wind and snow shot out in between the trees, the White Rabbit leaping from branch to branch as he attempted to throw off the small wolf pack tailing behind him. He was confident enough in his own abilities to deal with one. A trio however, was biting off more than he could chew, considering they were all at least Level 3. This was what he got for being impatient and attempting to tackle a dungeon on his own. But he was a stubborn one, and had always prevailed in previous games. He felt that this should be no different. Well... then again, the previous games didn't trap his mind within its programming, and weren't out to kill him. So needless to say, this was a vastly different situation.[break][break]

As he hopped from the final tree branch, Usagi would find himself face-to-landscape with naught but an open snowy field, leaving him with a bit more breathing room, but still with enemies hot on his figurative tail.
He couldn't very well carry on like this, so he did what he thought would be most logical here - turn around and face the enemy. As he tucked and rolled mid-air, he drew out a hand of cards and flung them with surprisingly deft hands - a mere flick of the wrist sending razor-sharp paper flying at the wolf up front.
Lucky for him, he'd managed to damage this one significantly before the other two had shown up. However, that wasn't quite enough to kill, considering the level differences, thus, slightly more minuscule damage. At the very least he could keep up one flurry after the other until they were close enough. He didn't want to waste any charges, but if things got bad, he may very well wind up using [Mirror, Mirror to try and turn the tide.[break][break]

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