"[b]The Desert Region of Septum, in an Underground Bunker[/b]"

A young well-built man was kneeling over a partially completed symbol over the floor, a look of great caution over his face as he carefully marked the inscriptions with the edge of a sharp gem. He continued to mark and cut through the floor until the symbol was fully manifested; a summoning circle. He was used to working as a team, and with others as a freelancer, but this will be the first time that he would actually have absolute authority over someone... it kinda felt like a slave to master relation, one he didn't really like. Giving off a sigh, he placed the gem within the satchel around his waist, before turning towards the corner and making his way to it. Normal mages would have probably killed people, or even animals to have attained the blood needed to summon their Servant... but not him, for he instead used his own blood. For weeks since the invitations that the Holy Grail was starting soon, he forced himself to drain pint after pint of his own blood so that no one would have to be hurt in exchange for someone else's gain.

Unfortunately, that was what this exactly was... a war for someone's gain, and hopefully he would stop that. Asking for a pure and good utopia would be foolish, but asking for the power to protect the good from the bad on the other hand wasn't. Grabbing the pints of blood that he collected, he carefully poured them within the circle's markings, filling them as he continued his trail of thought. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of Servant he would be summoning, or if they would share his same goals for that matter. What if they were evil, or villainous? What if they were some sort of eldritch abomination that desired to only kill?

To that, Gwyn could only laugh to himself. The Holy Grail wouldn't pair him up with something like that... nor did he think it could summon something like that in the first place. Nonetheless, the preparations were complete, and he was ready to summon forth his Servant. Stepping outside of the circle, and extending his hand as he placed his other hand upon his wrist, he began chanting as he focused his mana into the words.

[center][i]"Fill... Fill... Fill... Fill... Fill... 
Let each be turned and simply wrought asunder five times until the fulfilled time...
Let the steel and silver by thy essence and let the stone and the archduke of contracts be thy foundation...
Let my great master by the ancestor! 
Raise out a wall against the wind so that it may not fall... Close out the four sacred Cardinal gates! 
Burst forth from the crown, and rotate the three-branched road, reaching towards the Kingdom!
So thus I shall declare here... 
While your body shall serve under me, my fate shall be alongside your sword! 
If thy shall submit to the beckoning of this holy ritual... and if you will so submit to this will and reason of mine, then I ask of you to answer!
An oath between thee shall be sworn here! 
I shall attain all virtues of all of the Heavens, and I shall also have dominion over all the evils of all of Hell! 
From the Seven Heavens, attended to by three great words of power, come forth from the ring of constraints... 
...O Protector of the Balance!" [/i][/center]

The circle burst forth with mana as the Gwyn waited for the Servant he summoned to help him in obtaining the Holy Grail... and to save as many lives as he could.