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( The sound draws his attention, and Javert rushes toward it without a second thought. The forest is dark, and he has no idea what he's running into until he's almost right on top of the angry spirit. Javert grips his cudgel firmly and cracks it hard against the creature's head, sending it tumbling limply against the forest floor. He looks down at the girl, and asks in between breaths, )

Can you stand? ( He throws his hand out to her, looking over his shoulder. ) Come. We shouldn't fall behind.

( His face contorts a bit, wincing through some unseen pain, a wound hidden somewhere beneath his coat. That can be attended to later. Right now, they must ensure the other's defense. )