[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Janet[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=ed1c24]"Nothing," [/color]Janet tapped away the dust off her forearms. [color=ed1c24]"That red eyed girl dragged me here on her own accord."[/color] She snorted, letting off a glare at Musashi.

It was that white haired girl who sent her into an less favourable ground of battle. After all, she wasn't so good at close combat, and had wasted a good spear for a skirmish. 

With a smothering fireball on the heels, Janet leapt up, landing on the ship deck with fair grace. Retying her red scarf, she asked, [color=ed1c24]"The marines are retreating?"[/color]