[b][color=c4df9b]Servant Berserker, Gilles De Rais[/color][/b][hr]

The summoning did not bring with it much pomp, simply a brilliant light, shining in oddly headache inducing hues as the [url=https://i.imgur.com/UlkDGdR.jpg]cloaked figure[/url] rose up from the circle. A tall slightly scrawny man, with pale skin and black hair stood before the summoner, though his figure was concealed by the purple cloak he wore. There was an air of pride around him, in the way he stood, and how his right hand restly lightly upon his sword. While perhaps not the most gallant of figures, or an image of what one would envision a knight, it was clear he was an experienced veteran of many battles.

[color=c4df9b]"I am Gilles De Rais, Marshal of France. Are you to be my Master? Then France's mighty army shall follow you in my command."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Are you sane Berserker? Do you have the presence of mind to comprehend my words? If you do, know that we have no time to dally. There is much work to be done in this city if we are to prevent any further loss of life."[/color]

Gilles' brow furrowed slightly at that. [color=c4df9b]"Berserker, you say? Perhaps there was some sort of mistake. I'd thought I was summoned as a Saber, but that matters not."[/color] He dismissed it easily, as if it did not bother him the slightest. [color=c4df9b]"For I have been summoned to serve you, and serve you I shall. I assure you, Master, that I am perfectly sane and coherent."[/color]

Noting what she said next, Gilles nodded, standing up slightly straighter. [color=c4df9b]"But if it is as you say, then let us make haste. There would be hell to pay should innocent blood be spilled whilst my banner fly high."[/color]

For a moment, the image of a blonde woman, almost shining in her brilliance, appeared in his mind, holding aloft a flag. [color=c4df9b][i]That's right, the Saint would never forgive me if I let innocents be harmed knowingly.[/i] [/color]