[ The light leaves Tohsaka alone with Sylvanas, whose very presence hangs in the air like a cold, raw dread.
The identity of her class is perhaps a bit obvious with the bow and quiver stocked with arrows slung together on her back; she is an Archer, though a diverse skillset allowed her to be summoned as a Caster, as well.
The armor she wears is decorated with skulls and points. Beyond the Grail's magic that makes her a Servant, Sylvanas still flows with the cursed, evil magic that once ravaged her, that left her as she appeared before Rin. Undead. A banshee.
Dramatically long eyebrows furrow together, a dull scowl on her face. Red eyes that seem faintly to be glowing glower down at the frail-looking girl meant to be her partner.
When she speaks, her voice is almost tinny. There's an unnatural tint to what would otherwise be a beautiful voice. She asks with some sarcasm and a bit of loathing: ]
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The identity of her class is perhaps a bit obvious with the bow and quiver stocked with arrows slung together on her back; she is an Archer, though a diverse skillset allowed her to be summoned as a Caster, as well.
The armor she wears is decorated with skulls and points. Beyond the Grail's magic that makes her a Servant, Sylvanas still flows with the cursed, evil magic that once ravaged her, that left her as she appeared before Rin. Undead. A banshee.
Dramatically long eyebrows furrow together, a dull scowl on her face. Red eyes that seem faintly to be glowing glower down at the frail-looking girl meant to be her partner.
When she speaks, her voice is almost tinny. There's an unnatural tint to what would otherwise be a beautiful voice. She asks with some sarcasm and a bit of loathing: ]
Are you my Master?