[b][u]Sangue Naga - Brewing Storm[/u][/b]

At the notion that Sangue needed to get a brief elevation with the help of Ben, the red-haired woman sheathed her blade, though her hands remained gripping the sheath and the sword handle tightly. With her usual silence, the swordswoman walked up to Ben. As soon as Amy made her decision, she would be thrown by her team leader.

That sounded neat.

If anything were to go a bit shakily, she always had her claw and blade to adjust to situations. The huntress-in-training turned to Amy and Ben with a blank look.