[b][u][color=f7976a]Sangue Naga - Grimm Studies[/color][/u][/b]

Sangue heard a feminine voice ask if she was alright. Right when she simply said "[color=f7976a]No,[/color]" a powerful tide pushed both Sangue and the greatsword wielder away from the shark. Someone had intentionally blasted the Grimm and herself away from each other. Sangue tightly pressed her body against the greatsword wielder, thankful that she did not have her already-rugged robes on.

As the blue-haired man got out of the water, Sangue remained sticking to his back. She admittedly found a distaste with deep water. With her Apophis Claw shortened once more and her blade within her sheath, the Huntress turned to the pool, remaining still plastered on the man she divekicked moments ago.

"[color=f7976a]It's getting desperate,[/color]" she said with her serious tone, though it was hard to take her seriously at this point. The red-haired man who was somehow getting slam dunked into the water repeatedly clearly represented not only his admirable courage(?), but also the Grimm's clear desperation surfacing.

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