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But of course, he's talk active for a mute.

Rolled her eyes, the brunette hopped down from the branch to examine the dead body of the snake: It was dissolving into cloud of black smoke, but if she was quick, she could still get one or two of the scales. Looking up at the male, Sirce decided to at least answer one of his question:

"Sirce."

Before drawing out her sword and stabbed on what left of the Grimm's body, cutting out a portion of its belly skin - the scale was hard, but flexible enough to be made into scabbards, before putting it in an empty bag she had it with her. Looking up in the sky to see the orange hue telling her that the sun was setting, Sirce slunged the bag over her shoulder and began to head back in the forest, intended to at least make it back to Beacon before nightfall.