What It Can Hold

Worm/Nasu

1.1

There had been raised eyebrows when the thin, lanky teen had stepped into Armsmaster's group with nothing more than a drawn up hoodie, her actions meaning that she claimed she could fight Leviathan head on.

It was quickly overlooked however, since Capes practically embodied 'Don't judge by the cover'.

There had been a resurgence of looks when she had gave her name in a shy quiet voice to Dragon through the armband, 'Grail'.

That name had only been used once before, but it had not been used by someone with a description even slightly similar to the girl who was claiming it.

The previous claimant had been a giant of a man, armored in full plate and drowned in black and red light, looming over a crippled Lung holding a sword that seemed wreathed in shadow, before vanishing, leaving ABB's leader with injuries that still persisted before he had been deposited in the Birdcage.

No-one said anything in protest, if the girl was claiming that she could take on Leviathan and had taken down Lung, then she must be a Changer of some sort, right?

On the frontline they waited for the beasts emergence, staring out over the city and holding tense conversations which tried at being lighthearted, only to fail once the reality of the situation fell back upon them.

This was when the girl spoke, in a small voice for the second time since she had slipped into the convergence center.

"Leviathan… h-hes the water one… right?"

A scoff escaped a nearby capes throat, a tall member of the E88 looking down at the girl."What are you doing here kid? If you can't even remember what you are saying you can take on, what the fuck do you think you are doing claiming the name Grail? Are you even a real Cape?"

The girl shook her head slightly, seeming to curl in on herself even more so.

"I… I can't fight him, how would I? ...b-but They can, and I am the only one they can use for this, even if I am w-worthless by myself, they will be able to fight him, so I have to be here."

This provoked a curt response from the leader of the hand-to-hand group, Armsmaster,

"If you are a Master, then you should not be here, no matter how powerful the suits of armor you can summon are."

The girl just shook her head, hugging herself with both arms.

"I have to be here, I'm not good enough to free them properly, I'm not a proper Master... I'm just a Grail."

"A Grail?" Was the slightly curious but mostly irate reply.

"Like a cup, only good for what it can hold…"

Any further discussion was cut off by two simple, weighty words from the armbands.

"Leviathan sighted"

The report was punctuated by the ground quaking as a wave smashing into the barriers held by the group led by Bastion.

This seemed to shake the girl from her morose mood, head tilting towards the area the reports stated the oceanic monster was coming from.

"I, I guess this is close enough… Saber, I beseech thee"

A flick of her wrist, and with that her body exploded in a flash of blue and gold, sheer force clearing the area of debris as a golden haired women was revealed from within the light, garbed in a royal blue dress, padded with silver armor.

Her appearance was secondary to the aura that had whipped into existence, pure confidence replacing the shivering teenager. Her now emerald eyes locked on the source of the waves, a second blast of wind forming a distortion in her grasp.

"Prepare yourselves, the beast approaches"

Shockingly, Armsmaster didn't protest the blatant usurpation of his command, and not one of the previously cocky Capes said a word against her order, merely reading themselves.

Leviathan crashed into view moments later, a veritable ocean following in his wake.

The woman, Saber, did not even hesitate before rocketing from her position with a flex of her armored legs, accelerating faster than the majority of flyers as her strange distortion of a weapon came up in a ready position.

The Endbringer reacted instantly, a wave crashing at the women, who for all her sheer presence was still rather short of stature, a tidal wave crashing down at her.

And falling to the wayside, something far more esoteric than the monsters power demanding the knights safe passage, the wave parting before her path, her foot kicking off the side of the channel that had opened to draw level with Leviathans head.

A tornado erupted from her grasp propelling the creature back down the street, but even as such an event happened, not one person was able to focus on it.

No, their eyes were instead on what had been revealed in the knights grasp, a weapon that if called a sword could count it as an insult, It could not be called beautiful, for the description of "beautiful" would only dirty it.

Every single Cape that laid eyes upon it felt their spirits boosted, the fear and despair that had filled them annihilated by a song of Victory.

Even those that could not see it, every single soul that stood on this battleground felt it, and rose to the challenge presented.

For they now fought for a Victory that was promised.

And the Grail gained another, minuscule, crack.