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[quote][b][color=6091e0]Location:[/color][/b] Urquhart Castle, Scotland.
[b][color=6091e0]Interacting with:[/color][/b] Berserker of Red [@MeteorD]; the other Masters of Red by association.
[b][color=6091e0]Magical energy:[/color][/b] 177 out of 180.[/quote]
With a few small corrections to her summoning circle, Sonja was content. As she tightened the bandage about her hand, her palm still throbbing from the blood she drew to complete the circle, she moved to stand and position herself just outside of the circle; there was no need to use magic on the wound yet, not with her medical kit in her pack and a summoning ritual pending. As far as she could see, the rest of the world was blissfully unaware of their presence, although it wasn't likely to stay that way once seven servants were summoned in succession. She only hoped the others shared her sense of urgency.

With a sharp breath in, Sonja lifted her left arm, presenting her bandaged palm towards the summoning circle and supporting her arm with her right hand resting atop her left upper arm. The blood had yet to reach the bandage itself, contained promptly by the dressing underneath. With a bit of pressure from her right hand, she could feel her magic crest pulsing in anticipation under the sleeve of her jacket. What she had failed to mention to the others was her plans after the summoning was done: she had no intention to simply summon a servant and sit a protest on the grass. Instead, she planned to take her servant and deal with Ayondale herself. While the premise of the grail was tempting, the idea of murdering children to take it was discomforting; although, it would take much more than murdering a rogue professor restore her families status in the clocktower-
 
She forced the thought from her mind. She knew that this wasn't the time to let herself down. 
[b][color=6091e0]"For the essence: silver, and my own blood."[/color][/b]
She was making her move now: 
[b][color=6091e0]"For the foundation: stone, and the archduke of contracts."[/color][/b]
...her last chance at defeating Ayondale, and restoring everything she has ever had.
[b][color=6091e0]"For the ancestor: Lavrentiy the Faded, the first of my kin."[/color][/b]
Until Ayondale was defeated and the aftermath was dispersed, there was no other option. 
[b][color=6091e0]"Let the gates in all directions be shut, rising above the crown, and let the three-forked roads to the Kingdom revolve."[/color][/b]
With a gentle tilt, she turned her left hand to be in a vertical fist, and with a gentle nudge from her thumb, she pressed open the vial of liquid silver. It ran down her hand, over her skin and between her fingers, until dripping from the very bottom and falling onto the summoning circle. With every drop that fell, the circle grew brighter: glowing a brilliant green, as is standard for the stage.
[b][color=6091e0]"Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill."[/color][/b]
She had almost no appreciation for where the others were in the process. In the case none would share her sense of urgency, she would bear it alone: if Ayondale's men were to be on their trail, both her and her servant would be ready. [i]Everything had to be perfect.[/i]
[b][color=6091e0]"Repeat five times and destroy each when filled."[/color][/b] She paused briefly, before delivering the next word as if a firm command: [i][b][color=6091e0]"Set."[/color][/b][/i]

As the circle shifted color to a faded yet brilliant blue, in the style of her family crest, she continued. Her voice was quiet, yet commanding: she had no interest in making a show of her summoning, yet had every intention of controlling it to the end. Precision and magic went hand in hand. 
[b][color=6091e0]"I hereby propose: become my champion, the warden of my fate. If you submit to the call of the Grail and will obey this will and reason, then answer me."[/color][/b]
She was nervous, but she refused to show it. She refused to be accepted as anything less, especially in the presence of younger magus. 
[b][color=6091e0]"In exchange, I hereby swear: I will bear the virtues of the Kingdom of Heaven, and smite those of evil where they may be found. Thou seven heavens, clad in a trinity of words, come forth from the cradle of restraint: by both my oath and yours!"[/color][/b]

The light became blinding, too much for Sonja to bear. Tried as she might to look into it, to look for the servant she summoned, she couldn't bear it. She sealed her eyes shut in favor of maintaining her posture, until the very end.