[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/156808813687603201/348740988816326659/Servant_2_2small.png[/img][h1]Urquhart Castle[/h1]
【 Interacting with [color=ed1c24]Master of Red[/color] [@vFear]; the rest of the Red Faction by association. 】
【 Magical Energy: 1200/1200 】[/center]

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A continuation of thought, the moving-on from a distant Throne. To one who hasn't inhabited this realm in ages recent, the feeling was pleasant, yet not something to revel in. No longer an empty projection into the world, the figure was being granted a body in the world, draining the one who had called forth the hardened anchor made for the sole purpose of keeping this Heroic Spirit in the world. The first coherent words were being formed in the mind of this being before even having been fully materialized.

[color=fff200][i]"Heh, rather impressive effort, reforming the great body of Me."[/i][/color]

An arrogant thought, but what was one to expect from a Hero? True to his words, the body was absolutely shining, blinding the eyes of those who stared directly. The likely, and most logical reason for it was the magical energy that surged in the circle and vessel that were experiencing a complete overcharge to successfully manifest the Spirit in question. However, that belief wasn't shared by the one who was summoned, his mind set on that the body of his could blind both young and old with its sheer perfection. He 'allowed' the light to settle down, dispersing into a thin cloud that would come to reveal the figure that was standing in the center of the glowing circle. With eyes set on the young girl before him, he waited. A smile, partly out of concern, but mostly a mild senes of amusement. 

[color=fff200][i]"Ahhh, of course it would be one like this who summons Me. Though, I don't dislike it."[/i][/color]

Considering his identity, it couldn't be called anything but an inevitability, even if the cause had been pure chance. He knew very well how it was to be in the shoes of someone who ended up having to resort to something drastic, and it was clear that the circumstances of this Holy Grail war weren't normal. Out of gratitude and respect, he kept the smile on his chiseled face, waiting for the girl with the bloodied palm to open up her eyes. As long as he was there, there would be no need to worry. He would make sure she, and everyone that had been brought with her, knew this as a fact.

When her eyes came to open, there was only one sight that would catch her eyes. The nature surrounding him, the small 'crowd' of Masters, and even the presence and knowledge that other Heroic Spirits would be brought into this world. None of that was noteworthy anymore. The only thing to look at anymore, was the very embodiment of confidence, a figure meant for others to aspire to be. A japanese man that looked almost too western to be who he was supposed to be. His short, blonde hair was cut in an old-fashioned and clean way, but that was the only thing that could be called 'historic' about him. Outfitted in modern high-roller type fashion, everything he wore could very well have been assumed to be foreign imports for astronomical prices if they hadn't manifested in a way like this. His shirt couldn't be called as much 'high-collar' as it was an exaggeratedly wide v-neck, decorated with a 3-set of golden necklaces hanging at different heights.  In fact, the man was wearing several sets of golden jewelry. Multiple rings on each finger, bracelets, and a golden Rolex watch of all things. During less dire circumstances, that description alone wouldn't bring fault to anyone who would ask if the sole reason to summon him was for his fortune alone. 

However, anyone who gazed at him in this moment would undoubtably be able to say that isn't the case. Beneath the black sunglasses and golden decorations was a man with an oustanding physique, hardened and tempered by nature. A body that remained unrivalled, and could only be described by the words on his champion belt. The one who stood there, was none other than the 'Boy' of the past and present. An unwavering determination lay like an unbreakable foundation in his eyes and smile, the muscled arm gripping a hold of the mysterious metallic axe in his hand, casually lifting and laying it across his own right shoulder before he spoke his first words.

[color=fff200][b]"The fantastic Golden Boy has come to your service. No matter what happens, I will see ya all the way to the finish line. Nice to meet'cha, Master."[/b][/color]

There was no need to reaffirm that she was his Master. Everything from the silent emotions she showed, to the forcefully steadfast posture said it all. She was prepared, and he would live up far beyond those expectations. At this moment, his conviction as [color=ed1c24]Berserker[/color] had been set, to bring them both victory in this Holy Grail War.