With the other pulled back into the mix, a venomous GROWL resonates from the Half-Grimmling as she lunged forward, bandaged digits swiftly wrapping around the back of one of the GRUNT’S collar, pulling them back so hard that it LAUNCHED them off their feet, tossing them flying away, now stepping into this MESS of a situation. A fist is thrown, hitting another so hard that the sound of BONES CRACKING from their jaw echo from their jaw, her opposite hand moving to now grab hold of the Kitten and pull her from the mob.

❝ Fight’s over, unless you all want to fight ME instead. So, ANY TAKERS? ❞

As she growls her challenge, an arm is gently wrapped around the Faunus she had pulled away from the crowd, eyes narrowed, glowing VIBRANTLY as she stood in front of her. Right hand, to which lay down at her side, curled into a fist, the WRIST-BLADE she bares slipping free as she offered a true threat; she’d KILL anyone who attacked her. Without a second of hesitation passing by.