[h2]Fio Mal-Rai[/h2]

Fio stood as still as she could, her eyes open for as long as she could manage as the circle grew brighter and brighter. However, when the glow became too much, she had no choice but to shut her eyes and shield them from the brilliantly shining circle. For a few moments, as the images remained in her vision before eventually fading into darkness, she remained. At last the magus hunter opened her eyes, and they fell upon her Servant. It was a man, a Chinese man to be specific. Clad simply and with a calm expression, he seemed something like the respectable sort. Perhaps not as ornate as Fio had hoped for when it came to a hero from legend, but choice in clothing was hardly a chief concern of hers. Indeed, the identity of her Servant made this appearance quite fitting, to be truthful.

And there, of course, was the question. The one that sealed the deal and forged the final bond between Master and Servant, rendering them as a pair in the battle to win the Holy Grail. With a grin, Fio jerked a thumb towards her chest.

"Of course I'm your Master," she began, the tone of her voice practically dripping with a thick coat of confidence, "And you don't have to worry, 'cause I'm the best Master you could hope for."