Youma. Her expression steels. Joan remembers hearing that word before.

Just as well, Joan hears the commotion. The moment Mercury steps forward with speed, Reach trails close behind her, eyes scanning for threats to cover the young senshi's field of view. She tried not to make notice of the weight disparity in her light body in spite of how fast she ran.

She immediately spots it -- and mutters.

"Were we going to have training?"