[h2]Johanna Faust[/h2]

Unlike the first time Berserker grabbed her, Johanna didn't manage to keep a hold of her cigarette on the way. Not that it was a terrible concern, as she was focused more on twisting herself into a more reasonable position; being both taller than her Servant and nowhere near as bestial as he, she was more concerned with not hitting against anything whilst being rapidly carried off. At least it seemed that the Servant, despite his madness, was taking [i]some[/i] precaution.

"Berserker, you have some explaining to do," the mage stated once their journey had come to an end. It almost went without saying--if there was a risk of being dragged away without any forewarning, then it was something that ought to be shared. With Berserker being comparatively far more sane than the average member of the class, there was less direct sharing of information or abilities to note.

"Honestly, why did you exhaust yourself doing something like that? If either one of us has to fight low on mana, I'm better suited to handle it."