Grimm continued to hold the bleeding body of a terrorist up with one hand while holding his with another. He would slaughter this sniper. He felt a certain rage towards him he couldn't contain yet if he were to let his vexation lose control he would almost certainly die. He hated being in such a helpless position. Rage always seemed to accompany him by his side, following him along his path, and choosing when would be the most disastrous time to halt Grimm. Grimm had analyzed the area and grabbed his knife located inside a nearby body, then stabbing and propping up his meat shield easier. He had his sword sheathed and a knife he was skilled at throwing. He could not throw farther than a kilometer sadly. He was beginning to feel like an infant. Defenseless, vulnerable, and worst of all, weak. Grimm looked around him for anything he could use. He then noticed he still hadn't helped the girl grabbed by Marcus, but he was on the ground. In fact, nearly all the terrorists were on the ground. Wait... his hand moved and he was about to use the detonator.... Well had a good run aye? But that wasn't it. The detonator seemed to not work..... Or at least it was delayed, bombs went off and Grimm stared on as he thought he was going to die. Fortunately, the Tsurara police proved to be useful as they protected him from the explosives. 

Afterward everything seemed to calm down. He picked up a terrorist's rifle when examining all the bodies. It seemed like he got the most points on his team. He looked around but at this time the man who had entered a battle not concerning him was gone. Too bad. He wanted to thank him. Instead he got to perceive a show that is quite amusing. It seems some boy's flat had been blown up and he was laying down on a partially damaged table. How amusing.

Grimm looked a bit strange after the whole battle. His hair untidy, shirt covered in blood that looked like art, and his bare feet visible. His body was actually covered head to toe in blood except for his right hand. He wanted to leave this place and disappear but couldnt run with his wound, plus it'd look suspicious. Oh well. He limped a bit while walking slowly towards a forest.