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<br/>​</div>Robin detested leaving his work half-finished, and in a sense, he viewed a living Grimm as an example of such.  But in this condition, with<i>this</i>partner, such an outcome seemed unattainable.  Perhaps with an additional partner, or another one entirely, he could have overcome this Grimm.  With the key in his hand, however, now was not the time to speculate nor reminisce.  With the Grimm’s focus on the faunus, Robin decided to burn through his ice dust in one go.  He cast three ice runes towards the water mote, interspacing them far enough for him to jump across.<br/><br/>Yet casting them strained his aura, the noticeable drop causing him to wince.  Each ice rune exploded with a tremendous white burst, solidly freezing large patches of the moat’s water, heavy iceberg-like structures he could easily jump between.  Collapsing his saber into its handgun form, Robin took off from a running start.  He needed to be precise—any slip could dump him into the dark moat, and there was no telling what else lurked beneath the waves.<br/><br/>His feet impacted hard on the first iceberg, and a moment later he sprung towards the second, then the third—each movement precise and lightning-quick.  Finally, safe across, he fumbled at the door with the key before managing to insert it into the lock: a sharp ‘click’ indicating his efforts were rewarded.  The door swung open into another black hallway, and Robin turned back towards the faunus.  “It’s unlocked!” he called out loudly.  “Come on!”<br/><br/>He raised<i>Velocitus </i>towards the Grimm, ready to provide distracting fire (from a safe distance) if necessary.