The retreating one ducked through a door, fleeing the scene, as his shot takes out another. Only one ratfolk remains, and as he draws his blade, he looks very nervous indeed.<br/><br/>"Surrender," Johanna said, loudly, "and we will spare your life. Continue to wield that weapon, and it will mean the end of yours." He took a few nervous steps back, clearly eying the escape routes, but made no move to surrender, nor attack.