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

Beyond the immediate fight, Grimm's Death Spawn continued their tenacious pursuit of their targets. Two sped off into the distance as their sorcerous quarry vanished, destined to destroy themselves against the land before they reached Kamek's bolthole, though only just. Another two zoomed toward the unaware loiterers Geno and Mario, who without an articulated response would find themselves meeting the brutal soulmasses head-on in just a few moments. Bowser, however, chose to act. Aiming to protect his invaluable healer, he threw himself in front of Blazermate and took the Death Spawn meant for her with his Mecha Mitt. Had his son not bee proccupied with the clown car's reacquisition, he could have told Bowser just how strong a Death Spawn was, but the Koopa King found out first-hand. Its power bulled into him, exhausting the Mecha Mitt's shield battery and badly damaging it, before it flipped the battered Bowser on his back. Still, all things considered he wasn't that much worse for wear. The blow more disarmed him than hurt him, and with nobody around to take advantage of his vulnerability, a grateful Blazermate could attend any wounds.

Back at the brawl, Linkle entered the fray using a rabbid friend's team-jump. The sight of a humanoid figure hurtling his way prompted Mr. Grimm to ready one of his new swords for hurling. A keen, balanced blade and a strong arm would hopefully mean at least a crippling slash for the new opponent, leaving him free to deal with the next. When he fixed his attention on Linkle, however, he hesitated. “Little girl...?”

Mr. Grimm had robbed people. Killed people, even. And he'd known that some of the one's he'd killed didn't have it coming. This fight, here and now, was one not just for survival but for his future. Nothing in this new world mattered. When he got his wish, it would all be undone. Yet somehow, despite knowing all that, he couldn't bring himself to throw his blade. He hesitated only for a second, but in that moment, Linkle's arrows fell upon him. “Gaah!”A half-dozen pierced his clothing and sunk into his flesh, the shock of it forcing him to drop his weapons, and the reaper -a human, at the end of the day- collapsed to his knees. Breathing ragged, it took all his will to not fall forward.

A few seconds later, a kart pulled up not far away. Peach put her vehicle into park and disembarked, her countenance serious. She'd seen everything: Grimm's abilities, his hopeless last stand, and his decision to spare the lives of his attackers. While he looked like a bloodthirsty lunatic, and had in fact attacked the heroes, why would he do such self-harmful things? He didn't act sadistically or maniacally like the clown. The princess wondered these things as she remained a careful distance away, lest Grimm have something else up his sleeve.