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Jeanne sat cross-legged and proceeded to observe Linde’s tutorial, clapping once in a while at points she deemed appropriate. Most of the information were focused on the group's closed-ranged fighters, so the thief girl converted the basic necessities into her marksman mindset. "So basically, a bolt through the neck kills them just fine. Got it," she whispered under her breath, glad that the Red-Eyed Demon's nigh-invincibility seemed to be a trait exclusive to himself.

Jeanne furrowed her brows when the brunette gave advice specific to herself and Marcel, and gulped. The thought of throwing down face to face with one of those fiendish assassins did not appeal to her at all, yet she recognized its necessity if she was ever cornered. The jester turned to her partner. "Maybe I should work on that arm-mounted, pressure-triggered crossbow design I had lying around..." She shrugged with a smirk, "Give our feeble, plebeian punches the extra 'oomph' they need..."