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[center][h3][color=f7976a]Venomous[/color][/h3][/center]

Size never meant anything. If anything, the sheer capacity the Grimm took made Sangue's general disadvantage against Grimm less prominent.

Squinting at the Manticore, Sangue kept her hand on her blade's handle tightly. She hoped that it would go down in a few hits, but the air support and Goodwitch's assistance did manage to at least put it on a silver platter for the hunters and huntresses to attack it. With the survivors taken care of, Sangue's attention went to the Manticore as she let go of her blade.

Taking the small bottle strapped to the side of her waist, the red-haired swordswoman bit the corkscrew lid. She closed her eyes as she poured venom into her mouth, its deadly taste nonexistent to her. Not caring about whether she spilled some or not, after she used up all of the bottle's content, she kept her mouth closed as she tossed the bottle aside.

She unsheathed her blade and wrapped the chains of her claw around her blade arm, letting the claw dangle closely to her katana. Personal experience told her that all moving things- monster or not- suffered from venom as long as it sank deep enough. If the venom had to reach deeper than the veins, then she would sink it into the very heart of a foe.

Opening her eyes, she spat red venom onto her blade and claw, the now sticky substance painting her weapons and her entire right arm with a messy blood red that matched her hair. Venom dripped from her chin as her eyes sharpened, her attention to kill locked onto a beast meant to die the instant moment it met the two hunter teams.

Sangue had only one way to contribute to kill, and that was to get close and personal. Running up to the Manticore, she spun around wildly as she tossed the Apophis Claw toward one of the Manticore's legs. As it sank into the Grimm's flesh, she retracted the claw's chains as she leapt from the ground. As soon as she approached the Manticore, Sangue used her momentum to run across the Manticore's body for as long as the claw could hold, stabbing her katana into the leg before letting it tear its way up to the monster's back. Before it could react in any way, she kicked herself off of the Grimm as the Claw broke free before she tossed it at the Manticore's shoulder.

A direct hit could only mean that she would go in for another attack. Sangue retracted the chains yet again as she spiraled forward abruptly and slashed at the Manticore. Again, she ran across its body using the unnatural momentum she gained through the usage of her claw, this time tear through its chest before kicking herself off of the Manticore again. She managed to dodge all incoming ranged attacks from her teammates by coordinating where and when she would attack. Her teammates were not the ones to worry about what they would hit; Sangue was the one who was responsible for fulfilling her role as a quick fighter.

While her attacks were somewhat decent, her landing was far from acceptable. The swordswoman found her Claw letting go of the target too early and made her fly towards a certain truck Lauren had begun to move to the cargo bay.

[i]Thunk![/i]

Sangue landed on her back on top of the truck.

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

Wondering where she was in the first place, Sangue found the truck parking in the cargo bay. She looked around at first, only to freeze when she saw Lauren coming out of the driver's seat.

[i][color=f7976a]...Oh...[/color][/i]

Looking around awkwardly, Sangue slipped off of the truck behind Luke and Lauren, remaining silent. She decided not to tell Lauren that she was literally thrown off of the Manticore while trying to fight it, and the mess she made of herself with the blood-red venom did not help at all.