i feel like i'm drowning

there's a hint of sanguine in the air. it penetrates the scarred brutes nostrils, causing them to flare in response to the overwhelming odor. immediately his attention is drawn to a woman on the opposite side of the spring. she appears to be troubled, pissed off, and annoyed - or all of the above. from where he sat he could make out the cuts and bruises that litter her physique. it became quite evident that this pretty woman had been subject to violence, which of course grïmmjow was accustomed too but as far as a woman being scarred goes - very unheard of from where he comes from. he figured, leave the fighting to the men.

grïmm raises a brow at her words as they are muttered, he could barely make out what she had spat at first but he eventually was able to piece it together. 'yup, she's pissed off.' the man clears his throat, trying to make his presence known without actually making it known.. he didn't want to disturb the maiden and anger her more, but he was curious to know what had happened to her and why. "are you injured love?"

"speech"