Keeping Cinder's group away from Mistral's gates was difficult. Rider had already gone ahead of them all and while Lancer wasn't slow, she found it too difficult to keep up.
Rider was locked in a battle with both Berserker, its Master's accomplices, and the surrounding Grimm. There was no sign of Juniper the mount anywhere; Rider was dealing them all alone with his Master dealing with the opposing Master.
Rider was using one of his skills: Fairytale Knight. His demeanor and way of fighting was idealistic and something straight out of the stories. Flashy swings and bodily movements that were more akin to a deadly dance.
Paper Pleasers folded themselves into various armaments as Rider needed them to. Diverse colors clashed with the black and red of the Grimm, only offset by the flames of Cinder Fall.
"Have at you!" exclaimed Rider. Even his speech is altered by that skill of his. Paper spears thrusted deep into the Grimm. "You who walk the path of evil shall fall by my blade. My blade shall rust by your blood!"
Most of the others looked to Lancer, the only other Servant and only one who could give them any sort of knowledge. Lancer shook her head and kept going. Keyword: most. Despite being the Servant with obvious superiority in speed, Lancer wasn't the first to join the fight. Ren was the only one who didn't look surprised.
Nora Valkyrie made a hole in the condensed group of Grimm. "Ne'er shall friends stand alone! Our enemies shall fall too by the hammers of the queen of the castle!" She laughed boisterously that for a moment, Lancer wondered which one was the Berserker.
"I thank you, your majesty!"
Nora turned to Ren. "See? Was that so hard to follow, Ren? At least Rider could keep up!"
Ruby did not give it any more attention. "Lancer." Everyone else deployed their weapons.
"On it, Master!"
Nora had already cleared an area for them. Huntsmen and huntresses were already specialized in dealing with the Grimm. But none could hope to compete against the Silver-Eyed Warriors. They stood at the pinnacle of hunting down the Grimm and were gifted with the means of dealing with them most effectively.
A Boarbatusk was weak in the underbelly. Lancer's crescent blades aimed just there. Ursas are stocky and built well, giving them a strong and enduring body but gives them poor turning ability. Beowolves are on the opposite end, agile and swift at the cost of endurance and strength. Nevermores in the air rained down feathers strong as iron but also risked their continued flight. Each Grimm that Lancer had felled had fallen with ease; she knew just what to do with knowledge deeply ingrained into her very core.
Berserker had noticed Lancer. Lancer noticed Berserker. Despite being engaged in different fights, the two Servants locked on each other with a disdainful rivalry inert in their Spirit Origins, a blood feud ingrained in Heroic Spirits. One was considered to be a Grimm while the other was its Reaper.
That was Lancer's personal skill: Grimm Reaper. Lancer smirked at the thought of the name, given her base-identity as Maria Calavera. It is a skill that denotes effectiveness in dealing with creatures of evil and chaos, the things that most encompasses the Grimm.
Creatures of Grimm may continue to fight Lancer with reckless abandon, but Lancer's skill allows her to be as optimal and as effective as she needs to be when fighting the Grimm. It was second nature to her.
Bone plating may have been a good defense but it was just as much a detriment for these Grimm. Ironically, by exposing and removing those bone plates, the soft underparts were much more vulnerable than those unprotected.
Lancer peeled those bones off of the Grimm with her weapon, now a double-scythe staff of sorts, serving as the leverage. Grimm cried like poor animals as they were slammed into their fellow brethren. Lancer made sure that Berserker could see it. She made sure that Berserker did.
Berserker-class Servants were known for their rage. For one who finds kinship with these horrid creatures, Berserker is just as much a subject to their own emotions as anyone else, only made worse by their nature as a class comprised of being gone mad.
Rider was somewhat aghast by Lancer's actions. "We must be better than this, Lancer!" Fairytale Knight still affected him. "We are civilized people! Such barbarism has no place in this!"
"Stuff it, Rider." Lancer returned. "Focus on your fight." Fighting continued. She felt something coming for him. "On your right."
A broken sword held back a monstrous claw. Rider nearly buckled under the weight of Berserker.
"Thanks," Rider said, some normalcy returning to his voice. His helmet faced upwards cursing, "that sounded too idealistic."
"You're the archetypical hero with a skill that literally makes you one." Lancer chuckled to herself. "Deal with it."
Taking this opportunity, Lancer went to Berserker's exposed side, swinging her polearm. Berserker's tail held it in place. The blades didn't even pierce the skin.
Berserker wasn't just a mere Grimm; it was the perfected form of the animalistic Grimm with the intelligence of those lucky enough to age.
Fame played against Lancer. As one of many Silver-Eyed Warriors, her individual strength was low against Berserker who had the fame of being a specific character. There were many possible candidates of being a Silver-Eyed Servant with some even influencing the other slightly. Any Silver-Eyed Warrior had the potential to be here in her place. Maria Calavera just so happens to be most recognizable one and thusly served as the default.
That came when Berserker split both Lancer and Rider apart from each other. The pack of Grimm, along with Berserker's Master and her accomplices, focused on the huntsmen and huntresses, Lancer's own Master included.
Lancer's back had been turned and exposed for Berserker's claws. The nails nearly grazed the cloth on her back. Lancer knew that it was coming. She always knew.
Each Silver-Eyed Warrior was granted one personal skill that made them stand out from each other. Like those old men in the mountain have different methods that allowed to achieve their status and name, Silver-Eyed Warriors each have one thing that afforded them uniqueness and it was what made Maria Calavera the base: Preflexes.
In life, Maria Calavera had a semblance under that name. Giving her a sense of awareness of everything that is currently happening. A sort of mix between clairvoyance and Mind's Eye, it allows Lancer a perception and reaction to things even outside her normal senses. Both it and Grimm Reaper made her especially effective in dealing with Grimm.
But it isn't always perfect. For one, despite the awareness and near-excellent reaction speed, Lancer's capability to act upon the information is still limited to her own capabilities. With Berserker's superior strength and with speed capable of keeping up, Lancer's ability to respond wasn't always going to be to her favor.
She lost balance and Berserker would have crushed her underneath if it wasn't for Rider.
Lancer could tell that her Master was liberal with her aura. Semblance-use came quiet often and in short bursts that Lancer's use of the reserves had to be conservative. In that regard, Lancer envied Rider's efficiency of aura. However, Lancer's team made up for it by arriving later. Their aura's were higher when they entered the fight.
Paper shield was burned by Cinder's flames. That fire would have gone for Ruby. Lancer swore she heard a scream that lasted only an instant.
"Truly a vile villain," Rider commented, lamenting the loss of the Paper Pleaser. His skill's influence was creeping in again. "Molded perhaps by evil herself."
"You do understand!" cried Cinder. Tears were falling from her face. She nearly paused and ran for Rider like a deranged animal long denied the wilds where they belonged.
Rider's Master did not let Cinder continue speaking. That ringing noise of bronze was deafening even amidst this skirmish. Cinder's eyes burned with vengeance at Pyrrha who only returned with her own glare. Lancer's own Master had glared at Cinder but Ruby was practically ignored.
The two clashed on, almost ignoring everything else that surrounded them. While it appeared that they were on equal footing for the most part, there was no denying the damage done on Pyrrha. Cinder still had the advantage, courtesy of her Maiden powers.
Not like Master's that threatening. Lancer would admit that Ruby wasn't the most intimidating of individuals. Her scythe is pretty much the only thing that made her intimidating.
The hood at least made her somewhat mysterious but that is only so far as Ruby could pull off the mysterious type of person; she doesn't have quite the life experience to pull that off.
Lancer and Rider had Berserker in a pincer. Still, Berserker easily handled them both without much trouble, easily besting both of their strengths. Rider at least didn't fly too far when Berserker forced them back. Some trees fell, slowing Rider's flight. Lancer had to bury her own scythes into the ground just to do the same and even then, she flew farther than Rider did.
Despite the obvious animosity found in those stories of the Rusted Knight and the Jabberwalker, those two were much closer to mere caricatures: the hero and the monster. Berserker and Lancer, on the other hand, was built into them due to their associations to the Grimm and the Silver-Eyed Warriors; both bore connections to the Brother gods themselves.
Lancer may not have the superior speed but her Preflexes afforded her an awareness of her surroundings. With the honing of her own instincts and experience, Lancer made up many of her discrepancies against Berserker.
Her skill did have limited range, however. She could not see far as that would overload that sense of hers.
She leaned as far back as she could afford, raising her heel to strike at Berserker's chin. Berserker's continuous momentum had his shadow loom over her.
Lancer awkwardly pulled her polearms to cut at Berserker's thick and tough skin.
"Tsk," Lancer cursed. Being considered the basis of the Grimm, Berserker bore many of their greatest traits combined into one entity. The Grimm that came after it were derived from it with clear specializations and weaknesses to exploit. Still, Lancer's attack did damage, just not as much as she had hoped.
Rider followed suit, attacking from behind and above. Berserker's annoying tail protected it. These two were experienced with one another with the dividing factor being their Masters. Berserker could afford consuming more since Cinder had her magic. Rider had to be careful when drawing from Pyrrha's.
Lancer kept her own momentum going, aiming for Berserker's legs. She lost her balance and she would make sure that Berserker did as well.
The combined weight of both Berserker and Rider made the two fall. Lancer used that chance to get out from underneath Berserker and called her weapon back to her hand.
A Grimm came at Lancer from behind. She didn't bother turning around and swung at the Beowolf's neck. The head flew and before it dissipated, Lancer had it flung towards Berserker's head before hopping back.
The two Servants would tag in and out. Forcing Berserker to fight both of them, the two would eventually wear Berserker down with Rider being the best candidate to do so. Lancer dealing with the nearby Grimm might as well be a cool down.
However, the lighter battle also gave Lancer a better sense of their surroundings. The Grimm have been gradually pushing the group towards Mistral's gates. They would eventually make their way towards the bottom of Mistral Below. A few guards had already spotted them and sounded the alarm.
They were being pushed back, that much was certain. Nevermores above were the worst offenders. Keeping themselves to the air, they rained down their feathers, chipping away at all aura reserves, including Cinder's group.
A moment's pause caused Lancer her focus. Berserker had abused this moment and knocked Lancer to the side. Preflexes only had a limited range.
Something had entered it. Another Servant had entered the area of focus, and it wasn't Chiron.
Berserker gave a resounding howl, calling forth any Grimm that were still nearby. Lancer felt that the other Servant had responded to this call.
Lancer went through the list of Servants on both ends. She even considered the Companions but dismissed them. Then, that leaves…
Rider gave out a pained noise. He had been cut from behind. Were it not for his armor and his constant movements, he would have been dead.
Blood spilled from one of his exposed parts, by the joints. There was a layer of ice.
"Assassin," Lancer declared. "True Assassin."
The Grimm continued their pestering attack. Their side already knew about Assassin courtesy of Chiron but the same cannot be said about the opposition. As far as Cinder's group is aware of, their opponent lulled in their movements and gave them an opening.
Assassin nearly stumbled and fell. She looked at her surroundings in confusion. It as though she had just escaped from a trance.
That pale skin with red veins. Assassin was a Grimm-kind. Lancer's Silver-Eyed nature told her of that. Assassin took on the appearance of a little girl in rags. Assassin had a knife with her.
Neither Rider nor Lancer had any chance to regain their momentum. The Grimm, guided by Berserker, forced into it in Assassin's case, swarmed in on both of them. Lancer and Rider may be dealing with the Grimm with more ease than the Servants but these enemies are still a problem and get in the way.
Aura levels were chipping down with their own expenditures draining it faster.
Assassin came for Rider. Knife in hand, she may have looked human but she moved like Grimm. Concerned with the negativity, at times, Assassin would look towards the Masters instead. There was a coldness surrounding Assassin. Thin layers of frost formed wherever Assassin went.
Lancer may not be looking at Assassin but she could guess the expression on Assassin's face. Assassin seemed conflicted. Her face contorted to a pain. It was clear that conflicting orders were being given: one from Assassin's Master and one from Berserker because of the skill, Grimm Kin.
One thing that made the two commands in proper order was that Assassin had to combat with Rider. There was some realization on her face as the two's eyes met.
Berserker nearly took an opportunity to claw deep into Rider's back only to be halted by Lancer's cut on Berserker's own.
"Stings doesn't it?" When in doubt, aim for that which was unprotected. If only Lancer had aimed higher and closer to the neck, things would have gone better.
Grimm surrounded Berserker, protecting their leader, even Assassin though she at least tried to resist. Lancer, as though she were an electrician, made light work of the remaining Grimm.
Still, they were being pushed back. Berserker's group, having been more accustomed to villainous activities, did not in any way hold back.
The boy, Mercury Black, engaged in hand-to-hand combat against Lie Ren. Both had quick and precise strikes. But Mercury's movements had greater speeds to Ren's mantis-like precision.
It had been built out of experience and brutal training that Lancer's side did not possess. Even Nora's aid and matching, often surpassing, strength was of little aid.
In some strange way, Lancer felt that it was Mercury that showed more concern for Berserker. Cinder was too focused with Pyrrha and obsessing over Rider.
Emerald Sustrai was the weakest link among the opposition. Not built for direct combat and most certainly not against superior numbers, she had been the most reliant on the Grimm allies compared to the rest. Grimm dealt with Ruby the best that they could but Lancer's Master was capable enough in these fights.
Cinder Fall and Pyrrha Nikos were almost just as fierce as their own Servants. Cinder's obsession with Rider was a known quantity to them all. Pyrrha's personal connection to Rider was obvious enough on their end. Lancer would have pitied Berserker but she was a Silver-Eyed Warrior; the nature of her Spirit Origin did not allow it.
Fragile glass kept on breaking but kept coming back, always ready to clash. Bronze metal endured but any scratches that could have had lasted. Pyrrha's frustration became more evident with her face.
Lancer's moved to the side. Berserker's weight broke the ground and dirt flew in the air.
Faint sirens blared in the background. They were getting louder as the group were being pushed back. Without Vernal, they had no quick access to Raven.
However, Lancer smirked at the coming presence of Qrow. Whether that was unfortunate for them or unfortunate for their enemies will be decided by whatever would happen next.
Misfortune fell on Cinder's side. It wasn't surprising that Qrow would prioritize her niece's safety. There was a personal grudge behind Qrow's swings, especially against Cinder. Pyrrha Nikos took this opportunity to back away.
It wasn't always going to be in their favor. Mercury Black kept Ren and Nora away from the rest of the group and managed to best them both. Against Ren, Mercury had the experience and better grasp on hand-to-hand combat. Against Nora, Mercury kept his speed and incredible stamina. Without Servants to consider, these three only needed to watch out for their own reserves.
However, Mercury had been caught off-guard. Qrow may not have made it to them in time but he was still the professional. Years of experience still triumphed over any sort of brutal training that Mercury could have received. It certainly aided that Paper Pleasers were subtler in their appearances. Preflexes allowed her that much sight.
Her polearm split into two Kamas and clashed wildly against Berserker's ferocious claw swipes. Lancer put her entire focus on her arms just to keep up against Berserker's ludicrous speeds and Monstrous Strength.
No other sound entered Lancer's ears that she tuned them out in favor of pushing her Preflexes to its limits.
She and Rider were fortunate that Assassin was in conflict with herself. Lancer had little time to pity the Servant as both she and Berserker raced to gain momentum.
Rider and Assassin engaged in that classic battle of honor against trickery. There was no denying that Rider won in direct fights but Assassin never fought directly. Using anything and everything that it could to gain advantage, if it wasn't for Berserker's influence, Assassin would have gone for the Masters.
Then, Lancer noticed something. It was only a moment and something that wouldn't register to her Preflexes since it wasn't that relevant. It had come from something else. It had come from her Spirit Origin. Namely, it had come from the part of her that was said to be the source of her silver eyes.
She felt a familiar presence. Berserker faced the skies and growled defiantly.
The skies were darkening. Clouds loomed and cast a shadow over them. Unnatural lightning flashed.
Combat slowed to a halt with the living on Lancer's side following in close second. Cinder's group were the last to stop, thinking that it had been an opening of weakness; it was but not one from their skirmish.
Rider was the closest to Assassin and he noticed right away that something had been wrong, faster than Lancer could feel.
"I'm scared, mommy!" Assassin cried out in anguish. Lancer caught the tears falling down the child-like Servant's face. "I'm scared, mommy!"
Assassin's nails were scraping her own scalp. Assassin screamed and cried out like a genuine child, terrified and in terrible pain. Lancer nearly took pity were it not for the Grimm aspect of that Servant.
Rider did not have that restriction. "Assassin?" He still had his sword out, positioned between himself and Assassin.
For what good it gave him, Lancer called out the moment she felt it within the area of skill, "Rider!"
Lighting struck down and kept both Rider and Assassin apart from each other. There had been no reports on the weather and looming celestial shadow was unnaturally bright.
"What is that?" Cinder demanded. Her fires went on and she was on the ground, breathing labored.
Lightning travelled across the clouds.
Berserker noticed it first. "Maker."
Disguised among the dark clouds was a slender drake of light.
Lancer acted fast but Assassin acted first. Assassin leapt backwards and vanished. The clouds dissipated and the skies returned to normal. Assassin and her Master left them; the latter so clearly furious at the sight before it. And Lancer had a feeling on what that fury is.
Maker isn't a fan of me, she thought. As someone whose powers are said to be from the god of light, her being a heroic spirit is tantamount of the Throne stealing her like a thief would a precious object.
Even as the dark clouds left them alone, Lancer still felt a chill down her spine.
Lancer turned to Mistral's gates. Rumors and talk was going to be had, that much was certain. She could see that some of the guardsmen were pointing towards the clouds. Had that been the mode of transportation for Assassin? No wonder no one had noticed; it would have been under the guise of the weather.
Preflexes didn't give her the speed. Lancer turned around and only just managed to catch Cinder nearly grazing against Pyrrha's eyes. The latter's instincts must have kicked in and Pyrrha overshot her movement and made quite the distance between the two.
Cinder and her group must not have known about the god of light for Lancer's side were much slower in their movements. Part of her wanted to point out that Berserker had just identified Assassin's Master as their maker. But Berserker followed its Master like a loyal dog, facing down even the most superior of species if it threatened its Master.
Lancer cursed at her own slowness. Rider had been the first among them to fully recover and return to the fight. More concerned for his Master, Rider's Paper Pleasers were fragile shields, quickly burning to ashes at the slightest touch of heated glass but served well enough to halt their movements.
Despite the obvious devoted defense Rider gave his Master, it did not at all dissuade Cinder from the prospect of getting him as her own. If anything, she appeared unsurprised at the devotion and directed all that frustration and anger at Pyrrha.
"You will not take him from me!"
She's nuts, Lancer thought. She's broke.
Preflexes informed Lancer that Pyrrha's lips moved. No sound came from it but Lancer was certain that the girl had some words to respond with; none of them were kind.
Rider gave one more pitying look towards Berserker who returned with its own fury. A Master and Servant obsessed with that which other have. A fitting partnership in Lancer's eyes.
Did she even use a catalyst in her summoning? Something tells Lancer that Cinder did but didn't exactly get what she wanted.
Lancer joined in to support Rider. Berserker had its problems with either Servant and the two were pushing back. With Qrow into the mix, the only problem was the diminishing Grimm.
Berserker could call for more if it wanted but there were so few left that were close enough to answer them. The avian Grimm above them were the only ones proving to be a problem.
Paper Pleasers began to spear them down.
Still, Berserker was a force to be reckoned with. Despite the disadvantage in both Servant numbers and with Grimm allies, Berserker kept up against them and even excelled in many parameters.
Rider and Lancer were being cautious in their movements since they could feel the decline in their Masters' reserves. Even Rider, despite the efficient cheat that he has, was falling behind.
A single strike by Berserker had sent Rider flying against the trees. Those trees fell and a different sight had made Cinder pause. As Rider stood back up, his helmet cracked and broke, revealing his face to them all. He fell back down on one knee.
Then, Cinder Fall burnt her surroundings. A massive ring of fire burst out from her that surrounding wood burnt up. A forest fire had begun. There was a fury behind that flame of hers.
"What are you, crazy?" Pyrrha demanded. She bore the full brunt of that fire that she had toss aside her own weapons from the heat. Her expression then turned to realization and surprise. Lancer realized it as well. "Rider!"
Rider had been forced back into his spirit form. The aura she had left must have been low and he hadn't been boosting her with Aura Amplification and he couldn't maintain his own without risking Pyrrha's.
Damn it, Lancer cursed. I'm coming up next!
Cinder Fall's ferocity had been to force Pyrrha's reserves so low that she would be practically defenseless. Never mind the forest fire and woodland creatures that would be affected nor the possible passerby, so long as she got her precious Rusted Knight, Cinder Fall wouldn't give a damn about who else she would burn. Now that she had seen his face, Cinder must have found renewed vigor.
"That face." Cinder had some venom behind her voice. "You get to look behind that helmet whenever you pleased."
"Do you even recognize that face?" Pyrrha retorted. "That's the face of—"
"Of he who will be mine." Cinder interrupted. "Quite the handsome face I would say." Fire burned hotter and brighter.
"Are you kidding me?" Pyrrha's cursing voice reached them amidst the roaring inferno.
Pyrrha was forced back. Lancer's own Master pushed onward. Emerald wasn't the best combatant. Mercury Black was also falling behind against the duo of Nora and Ren. It wasn't all bad as Qrow took Pyrrha's place.
Lancer could hear a few shouts already from the gates. Huntsmen and huntresses were coming in. Cinder must have gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath.
Then, an arrow entered the range of Lancer's Preflexes, striking down a Grimm in an instant. More arrows flew, wiping out the remains of the Grimm that Berserker had brought with them.
Chiron kept shooting his arrows while sliding towards them. Rather than engage in a melee, that Archer did as Archer's do: archery.
Berserker was forced to take Cinder and her company back into the burning forest. Cinder was screaming her lungs out, cursing Pyrrha all the while. By contrast, Pyrrha only gave her a glare.
"It's alright, Rider," Pyrrha said. "It's alright. It's not your fault."
Lancer herself soon turned to spirit form. Ruby needed what aura she could get to recover.
"You of all people would retrieve us?" Qrow said. Lancer realized it soon after.
Raven's face seemed changed. "Just get over here. You're lucky that Vernal did as you told her to."
Vernal didn't look happy at all. If anything, she looked like she had wanted in. Qrow must not have taken a chance with her possibly joining Cinder's group.
Qrow kept his eye on the forest while fast-enough-moving people carried their buckets of water to slow down the spread of the flame. Emergency vehicles soon came after.
Authorities would have come in to question them all but Chiron had intervened saying, "they're with me. They operated on my orders."
Huntsmen that Lancer didn't recognize vouched for Chiron. The authorities there allowed them back in without much complaint. Qrow carried Lancer's Master while the others had to be carried.
Chiron had the gentlest care as he carried an exhausted and aura-spent Pyrrha Nikos. He even took the time to carry the girl's weapons for her despite the fading heat that still glowed from the bronze. That weapon would need some serious maintenance afterwards.
The girl was mumbling to herself; she must be talking with Rider.
Lancer couldn't speak to anyone outside of her Master right now. She couldn't really slow her Master's recovery while the aura reserves were low.
Even as it was reaching acceptable levels, Lancer didn't take her chance. Instead, she focused on making sure her Master was okay.
Ruby was breathing. She wasn't delirious but she was exhausted. Crescent Rose would also need some maintenance because of that heat.
Ren and Nora were the best among them all since those two had to share their burdens. They stuck close to their teammate's side. Ren especially appeared pissed off even by his usual expressions.
Chiron had them all brought to Haven. Without any link, they had to get there the long way round. Aura was enough to recover for most of them minus their exhaustion. The Masters involved were the last to recover given their Servants.
"I'll take it from here, Chiron," said Rider as he manifested. He wore his helmet and Lancer could not read that expression of his. She could guess what that is though. "I should not have engaged them all alone in that beginning."
Chiron did not disagree. "You should not have. I understand that you wanted to keep them as far away as possible with Lancer coming in to push them back. But Berserker is as much your equal and they have the numbers of Grimm by their sides."
He put his arm on Rider's shoulder before continuing. "You are a capable Servant, Rider. One of the best combatant by my estimates in this Grail War. But not only is Berserker your equal, its Master is superior to yours when it comes to reserves. Maiden powers on top of aura reserves will outlast even if you push your skills to their limits."
Lancer managed to catch Pyrrha tightening her fist. The kid had been listening.
Either Chiron didn't notice or he ignored it. "Take this as a lesson Rider: you are a Servant now, a being elevated above humans because of your legend and myth. Your Master is not, capable fighter as she is." His grip on Rider's shoulder tightened. "Remember, she's my student. And it would be a grave mistake to see harm fall on them before they reach their potential."
Lancer stayed quiet. She still hadn't materialized but she wasn't about to at any point. Chiron must have seen those dark clouds. His eyes pointed upwards every once in a while. Even Raven said nothing and looked in similar directions.
AN: Initially, I wanted to call it "Grimm Slayer" since I thought "Siegfried's Dragonslayer but Grimm." Naming it after the living Maria Calavera's title makes it fitting since I'm considering her to be the baseline Silver-Eyed Servant. Plus, it just sounds cooler.