[center][h3]Mr. Grimm[/h3]
[b]Location:[/b] Paved Wilderness[/center]

With enemies all around, Mr. Grimm couldn't predict who'd be attacking first. Out of the assembled heroes, Banjo stepped up to bat first, zooming in from the position of safety he'd occupied with his partner so far to launch a literal attack at the lone reaper. By the time he spotted the bear coming, he could only throw out a wild kick in the hopes that it'd stop Banjo cold, but the pair proved heavier than expected. Their weighty clothesline bodily knocked Grimm from his perch, sending all three over the edge and to the earth below. Banjo could mitigate the landing through a roll, but his foe was no slouch when it came to recovery either. Both parties recovered their footing at about the same time, yet even as the Banjo and Kazooie readied themselves, they could not prepare for exactly what Mr. Grimm had in store.

Instead of extended a fist, Grimm raised a hand, its fingers curled into claws as if clutching something. A few feet stood between the combatants, but even at that range Banjo and Kazooie could feel something amiss. A crawling sensation consumed them--the feeling of something beneath their skin being torn away. After a moment, a rainbow mote ripped from their bodies, flying into Grimm's hand. Neither elation nor viciousness clouded Grimm's painted features; he regarded the spirit without passion. Souls came so easy that he'd never imagined a problem gathering a hundred, but if his mission ended here there wasn't much of a point in inflicting further pain. He thrust his arm forward, launching the spirit back into the duo's bodies. The force sent them tumbling away at high speed, but otherwise there wouldn't be much harm. Mr. Grimm moved backward, putting the giant husk of his machine behind him so that he wouldn't be surrounded. If thing somehow turned around, he could worry about his collection later. Survival came first.

Grimm conjured a collected spirit into his hand. "For ya own good," he murmured, glancing inside. The [url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/sonic/images/a/aa/TSR_Tails.png/revision/latest?cb=20190201051846]figure[/url] within could be seen for only a split second before he crushed it. Into his hands appeared two curved swords, orange in color with white tips, their handles wrapped in fur. Though untrained in such weaponry, Grimm needed whatever he could get. He gripped them tightly and prepared for whoever came next.