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Johanne fell to her knees. The tiny bit of flame she had left in her heart was nearly extinguished. She thought about her Master. Sure, he was an obnoxious pervert with a God complex, but she needed him. He saved her from the gallows. Shouldn't she save him? She shook violently. Johanne was beyond exhausted. Even if she could help, how would she? She had no idea what even happened. She rested her head on the ground, catching her breath.

"M-Master...p-please...be okay." She lifted her head to look to the Heavens. But all she got was the nighttime sky.

Johanne took alarm when she heard heavy footsteps and the metallic clank of armour. She did not hesitate to retrieve an arrow from her quiver, but thought twice about shooting. With dim lighting and a limited supply of arrows, should she shoot? She had little place for cover, seeing as how going back into the woods was a no go. So, there she waited, in Archer's Stance, in plain view of whatever was coming at her.