Do you hear the rustle of the trees? The quiet swaying of the leaves, the creaking of bush?

If you did - Joan, John, Sherlock, whoever - it was already too late. Or...well, not really. Homura wasn't exactly out for blood yet. But she was on the ground now, and more importantly, blocking the path to get past her. As to why she'd decided to come down from the trees, well...that remained to be seen.

Even so. The expression on her face was one which meant business.