The bar exploded for a second time, launching Red Archer's head and 65-70% of Shawna out one of the few unbroken windows, through a nearby building, and finally to a halt at Scathach's feet.
"Hmmmmm." The Queen of Shadows said, considering what was left of her mistress. "Mmmmmm." In a slightly more approving tone as she considered what was left of the Red Servant. She folded her arms and tapped a finger on her bicep, deep in thought, before materializing a quill and a piece of parchment.
With the speed of a Knight class Servant, she scrawled an elegant runic "C+" on the parchment and slapped it onto her summoners torso.
"Wha?" Shawna managed to gurgle around the third degree burns and broken jaw, sort of waggling her chin at the paper.
"Tha? Wael, it depends on whit ya ken. Some sae tis a rank o merit thairty times whit ae mortal ca' achieve, yet if times be richt it cannae sometimes rise fae aboove e'en an A, others tha tis mairly indictive o' ae rank mair tha' thairty ye less than fairty.
For ye, it means ye hae a grasp o' the basic principal o' the thing, yet ae brae dael o'room tae improve.
I ken when mah Pup faced this test, him being but fair an ten at the time, he slew s'en scair a hundred god blooded bowmen in open combat, then when ae archdruid cast a dart a' him, he caught it and threw it back with nae a scratch...nae, the scratches came later, twae a fine nocht, deed it twae..."
"Mpassoutnowbye." Shawna mumbled, and fit deed to action.
Scathach frowned and quickly snatched Shawna's grading sheet up, scratching out the "+" and replacing it with a "-".