[b][u]Sangue Naga - Survival[/u][/b]

The red-haired woman who stood still in front of her fire soon woke up from her aloof trance as she turned to a man who went up to her. Interestingly enough, the man claimed that his weapons were inappropriate for hunting. A bit ironic, considering how her weapons were specifically designed to hunt different kinds of things, but she decided not to think too much of it for the sake of being respectful to the man known as Gren Orchid.

"[color=f7976a]...Sangue,[/color]" she spoke softly. Before she was even able to accept his offer, however, someone interrupted her.

Actually, some[i]thing[/i] interrupted her.

An... Ankou popped out. Sangue's open eye squinted at the sight of Grimm within the class. Though it was to be expected that Grimm would eventually show up, she preferred not to have one appear right before her. Thankfully, not only was the Grimm alone, but every other hunter seemed capable of apprehending it. Gren, for example, immediately entered a wrestling match with the creature.

Sangue did not want to leave him wrestling with the creature, however, so she unsheathed her blade.

With the katana in hand, the woman violently threw her Apophis Claw at the Ankou, letting the claw forcefully smash itself against the Grimm's belly. With light scars caused by the claw, Sangue twisted herself around before slashing at the wounds she inflicted, cutting open the Grimm before raising her blade. Using the strength she could muster up for one arm, the woman drove the katana down on the Ankou's head, twisting it twice to ensure that it would no longer cause much of a problem for the man who wrestled it.

Though she let the blade barely miss Gren, everything she did was intentional. She knew that she would not miss, so she felt quite confident that she would not make an amateur mistake of accidentally stabbing random strangers. The woman took her katana out of the Ankou, wondering if the job was done.

"[color=f7976a]...[/color]"

Sangue remained still, now wondering if they could just cook the Grimm like a chicken or something. Weird thoughts were, perhaps, one of Sangue's hidden specialties.