Xion had her keyblade. Their chances of survival rose tremendously. Shion looked around, his eyes flickering trying to judge distance. The finn to the left, or the one that had blocked their path.

He only had a second to decide, panic was staved off only by Xion's hand in his. He was not alone, they would get out of this. They had promised in the cells, they would not die any more.

Not even in dreams. "That one!" To the left, it was closer and it was closing in on them fast.

The ice was getting less stable, beginning to shift under their feet. Shion scanned their surroundings, trying to guage where the ice was more solid. The problem was it was all ice there was no safe place to be found. No where to run to.