Argent watched carefully as the four-legged narwhal soared through the air like a majestic bird before crashing into the cold hard ground similarly to how a slightly less majestic bird with clipped wings would crash into the concrete pavement. She was far less interested in the adept acrobatic maneuvering displayed by the she-huntress with the bullwhip than she was in the visceral imagery of the battle. The Grimm was like a dying flame in the night, the sublime sights and sounds shined brilliantly in the darkness, and then ended with nothing more than a whimper, leaving nothing but shadow. Argent blinked and nodded in approval of the turn of events. It was, indeed, pretty good. At least a 3/10 in terms of aesthetic composition. Admittedly, that was a rather biased rating; she was kind of miffed that she didn't get to go to town on the beast while it was laid out and ready to be brutalized like a... thing that gets brutalized. 

After pondering the nature of nature and breaking free of her reverie, Argent finally turned to the huntress, only to see nothing more than a face full of mammaries. The first thing she noted, other than the sudden absence of green, was the smell. It was like a raw burger, or maybe more like a medium-rare steak. It didn't smell like long pig at any rate, so she probably wasn't human. Whatever the case, she had seen fit to seek out another huntsman to deal with her threat, which was a point against her. But Argent had good manners, so she would introduce herself before she said anything. [color=silver]"I am Argent,"[/color] she said, carefully reciting the introduction she had rehearsed with her guardian, [color=silver]"It is a pleasure to meet you. Eve."[/color] She blinked twice, allowing her robotic words to settle before she continued in a much more natural cadence: [color=silver]"Where the fuck's the ruins so we can get done with this shit?"[/color]