[He's no wall of muscle like Snow, that's for sure, but she knows better than to judge by appearance alone. It just means a different sort of approach, that's all.]

Right.

[She inhales, lets it go. In the darkness the Grimm growls, low and rumbling like thunder. She shifts her grip on the hilt of her sword.]

I'll take it from the front, get its attention. You flank it and attack it from the side. [Her eyes flick to him again, completely unafraid.] Try and stay out of its range if you can.