Once Trilby headed out of the mine, she followed him. She didn't know exactly where she was going, so it was best to let him lead. The pills were slowly kicking in. She could feel her energy coming back slowly, though her body was weak because of the fever. She would get past that, or rather, she had to if she wanted to be of use. She listened to Trilby speak. Her expression was slightly confused. She tilted her head to the side. Did he... did he care for her? Had seeing her like that - tortured and beaten - made him angry, sad, even? She wondered. It was a strange idea, but she didn't quite dislike the idea. It made her smile. "Thank you," She said, barely above a whispered. Once they arrived at the mansion, Gin listened to his plan and nodded. It made sense to infiltrate the mansion where it was emptiest. She followed him, watched as he set up the zip line.

Gin let him go first. She stared at him as he went for a moment. He was difficult to read. His mood changed often and she could never quite guess what he was thinking. He was... different, she supposed. He wasn't the average person, but now she supposed she understood why. Her hand went to the marking on the base of her neck. She knew that it would likely never fade, but then again, she didn't want it to, though she didn't quite know why. It now had a sort of sentimental value to her. She was too absorbed in her thoughts to notice that Trilby was already inside the mansion. She slid down the zip line, towards the balcony. She managed to land gracefully on the ground, despite her illness. She had to be silent. She needed stealth if she wanted to get through this quickly.

Gin stepped into the room slowly and silently. She wanted to be cautious. However, the sigh of Trilby and the dead body in front of her didn't quite allow for that. His back was facing hers as he stabbed the man through the chest. The man didn't quite look like a guard. Was he about to raise the alarm or something along those lines? Gin moved around the room so that she was now in front of Trilby. "What's wrong?" She asked, at fist not noticing how distraught he really was. Her eyes were fized on the body, slumped in the chair. Something caught her eye. The hat that he had gone back for before they left for the mission. He had said it belonged to his father. She detailed the man's features. They weren't identical, but their looks resembled each other. Gin's expression softened. She turned to look at Trilby and saw a tear sliding down his cheek. She closed the distance between them and wiped it off his face with the tip of her thumb. She wouldn't press the issue. She wouldn't ask him about anything that he was unwilling to divulge on his own. But he clearly needed someone to comfort him. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him to her, caressing his back lightly. It was the least she could do for him. She leaned her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes for a moment. They had been through a lot in the past couple of days. This mission had been both emotionally and physically draining. But at least Gin had managed to get closer to her former student. That had it's own value and it was more than she could comprehend.

Gin let Trilby wrap his arms around her. All the while, she stayed silent. There was really nothing that she could say to make the situation better. SHe could only be there for him and listen to him if there was anything that he wanted to say. She wished she could do more for him, but she knew that she couldn't. These were things that he had to deal with on his own if he wanted to be at peace with himself and with his past. That had been the whole purpose of this mission, hadn't it? Gin wondered if anything about his usually callous disposition would change after this whole ordeal. Well, only time could tell, couldn't it? Gin kept looking at him intently as he let go of her and kissed her forehead. Her heart leaped involuntarily when he did. She shook her head. Why was she reacting to him like that? It was somewhat frustrating, though pleasant in a way. In any case, this was hardly a time for her to sit down and sort out her emotions. That would come later, once she got out of this hellhole. All they needed to do was kill the Baron and they would be done. It seemed easy enough.

Gin followed Trilby outside of the room. He was the one that knew the location of the Baron, not to mention the fact that he had a rough idea of the mansion's layout. Gin supposed that she culd use her sensory technique if she wanted details, but that would require spending chakra that she wasn't willing to lose, not yet at least. For now, Trilby's eye would suffice. She followed closely behind him. She had dispelled Yajirushi a while ago, meaning that she would likely be unable to summon any of her blades for a while. She sighed. That would complicate things slightly, unless she were to use Soul Cutter. She didn't yet know what, exactly, the blade could do. Testing it out in real combat wasn't the smartest idea. She would only use it if she had no other choice. She would have to relly on her Fuuton techniques instead, unless she convinced Trilby to had over Yamato. Then again, he was hardheaded, mor so than she was. That would likely never work.

The young Kazekage entered the room behind Trilby. The Baron stood there with three guards by his side. They were slightly outnumbered. The Baron's eyes narrowed, glaring at both Trilby and Gin. He was defensive, frusttrated, maybe even scared. "You," He began, addressing Trilby. "A lowly scum, a slave, dare challenge me?" He laughed pompously. The mere noise of it was disgusting. He then turned to look at Gin. "And you, I suspected there was something odd about you. But no matter, two shinobi from the Sand hardly mean anything." He snapped his fingers, drawing attention from the three guards. "Kill them. Or rather, leave the woman alive. I'd like to... enjoy her myself," He ordered, cackling. Gin's eyes narrowed. Each of them drew their weapons. Two of them used katanas while the other wielded a pair of steel maces. "Looks like we get to have some fun for once," Said one of them. He was a short man, holding a katana in his hand. If she would manage to pry it off his fingers, Gin would have the weapon she needed. One of the other guards charged forward without saying anything. He formed a single handsign. A bolt of lightning extended from the tip of his blade, towards Trilby. The bolt likely had enough strength to cause 2nd or even 3rd degree burns if it hit him directly. The man continued his attack by closing the distance between the two and swinging his katana, aiming to stab Trilby through the gut.

The other two men weren't as quick, though they each initiated their own attacks. The tall, dark skinned man seemed slow and brutish. Gin would start her attack with him. "Wind Release: Spiraling Wind Ball!" Gin yelled, firing five spheres of wind in rapid succession. Three of them were aimed at the guard she had decided to focus on. The other two were aimed at the man attacking Trilby. They pierced Juro's shoulders and his left leg. The man, however, seemed unphased. Rather, he looked confused before he decided to smash his maces against the ground, tearing a large hole in the wooden floor. Gin rolled out of the way of his attack, though barely. She hadn't expected him to have such strength. While she paid attention to Juro, the remaining guard charged towards Trilby, accomanying the other one. He moved quickly, more so than the other two. He swung his blade, aiming to cut Trilby's shoulder and impair his movements.

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Gin was immersed in her own fight, mostly dodging the man's blows. He tore through the ground effortlessly. Luckily, his movements were slow enought that Gin could dodge each of his blows. She rolled on the ground, dodging his most recent attack, which left a gaping hole on the ground next to her. Gin was panting. The fever was taking its toll on her body. The wounds on her back stung fiercely and her broken arm impaired her movements in general. She would dodge until she could think of a way to get her hands on a weapon. She was drenched in cold sweat. She was breathing heavily. Her vision even began faltering. She knew she was about to faint, that her body was about to give in to the infection, to her wounds, her lack of sleep, her starvation. Nevertheless, she couldn't just give up, she wouldn't let herself. Gin was much too prideful. She would fight until she reached or even surpassed her limit. She was barely able to catch the sword that Trilby threw at her. Even so, she was greatful for it. "Yami no Katana: Brute Force," She said, panting. She instantly felt chakra coursing through her system, particularly her uper body.

The katana became light in Gin's hands. Her strength increased exponentially. She could take care of her opponent, now. She blocked his next strike with the blade and deflected it to the side. She created an opening for herself and used it to stab the man through the shoulder. He dropped the mace that he was carrying in his left hand and let out a loud yell. Gin pulled out her weapon from the man's body and leaped backwards a few feet. At that point, Trilby took advantage of the man's distraction to stab him through the skull with his own blade. Gin instantly dismissed her jutsu and dropped the blade on the ground. It landed with a loud clatter. Gin closed her eyes momentarily, trying to stablize herself, trying to keep herself from collapsing. She was doing a somewhat crappy job at that so far and it was rather obvious. But still, she wouldn't admit that she was struggling out loud. "I'm... I'm fine," She breathed out. She placed a hand over Trilby's shoulder to keep herself from falling to the ground.

As Gin tried to recover, she saw the Baron move. He pulled out a shuriken launcher and aimed it at Trilby's back. Gin barely had time to react. Even in her current state she knew that it would be too late if she just tried to warn Trilby to get out of the way. Yet she was unarmed and exhausted. She knew that she wouldn't be able to deflect and incoming attack. She had a decission to make and very little time to make it. In her mind, time seemed to slow down for her, enough so that she could think things through. She knew that getting in the way of the attck would likely kill her or the twins, but the mere thought of possibly losing Trilby to this was unbearable. Besides, it was too late for her already, wasn't it? She was ill and wounded. There wasn't anyone who could provide her with proper medical attention anywhere nearby. Her decission was made practically made for her. All she had to do was take a step forward. A volley of both kunai and shuriken flew towards her, lodging themselves deep within her torso and limbs. She spat out blood as she fell backwards. Her vision began to get hazy. Her breathing was slowing down. She was losing blood rather quickly. And even so, as she closed her eyes, she let a peaceful smile cross her features.