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With the crocodile-like Grimm keeping it's jaw clamped tightly down onto the male's left arm while it shook it's head left to right in attempts to tear off the entire arm from his shoulder, the male continued to shout his echoing voice through the dark corridor of the sewer while he struggled to get free. Although Axel was in search of way to remove the Grimm arm from his body anyway, this was not exactly what he had in mind of a way to remove it; constantly bashing the head of the Grimm with his free arm to no avail, it wasn't until the sudden appearance of a woman coming over to jab at the Grimm's head did he turn his gaze over in shock of seeing anyone else at all.
Now, with the Grimm being seriously injured to the point that it had lost it's sight in one eye from being jabbed with the sharp end of the guitar the beast swung it's jagged tail that had the one inch plates sticking out from it towards the woman to hit her before finally releasing it's jaw from Axel's arm. Growling and roaring towards the woman now that it had faced her, the tail quickly whipped it's way over just to smack Axel aside; luckily hitting his injured arm rather than cause another wound.
'Who the hell is that...?' Questioning himself as his gaze remained locked on the woman as she prepared to do battle with the Irvibane, meanwhile Axel tore off the sleeve of his hoodie from his right arm just to wrap up the limp left arm since the bandages were torn to shreds due to the sharp teeth of the Grimm. The arm would eventually end up recovering on it's own since it was of Grimm, though for the time being it was practically useless at the moment.
Whoever this woman was, she helped him get free from the creature's grasp so the least he could do was repay her with helping however he could with defeating this Grimm. Tearing off the rest of his hood just to toss it aside and leave him in his white t-shirt was underneath, he drew his blade with his only still usable arm as he faced the Grimm from behind. "We best finish this quickly...Who knows how many more of them are down here, and if we make too much noise...we're going to have some really unfriendly guests from above us." Of course he meant the Atlesian troops that were above them, the fact that they were underneath the campus of the academy surely still meant that they were on territory that the Atlas military probably did not want any strangers let alone locals from Zramore entering.