you step forward clutching an ancient relic “its about time I summoned my servant and get ready for the holy grail war” you say you step in front of a summoning circle and slut your wrist and let blood flow on to the ground and then you place the relic down
The summoning circle flares with deep purple and crimson light. As the smoke clears, a tall woman steps forward clad in a form-fitting, midnight-colored bodysuit and dark armor. Her long, maroon hair sways as she plants her twin scarlet spears, the Gáe Bolg Alternative, firmly into the ground. Her piercing red eyes lock onto yours, assessing your worth in a single Glance.
“A modern magus… and a fragile one at that,” she states, her voice smooth but carrying the heavy weight of an ancient monarch. “Or so it seems, but I can tell, there is more that’s under the surface, maybe power you aren’t showing yet” she observes “I have answered your call. I am the Lancer-class servant, Scáthach. Tell me, Master… do you have the resolve to survive my tutelage, or will you break before the first dawn?” “or maybe you don’t have need for tutelage, but it depends on what you show me” she said and stood right in front of you “I would also prefer you give me your name as well” she demanded
