Shiny Berserker
@Raineh DazeAs the light grew in intensity, so too did the power emanating from the circle. And as it continued to glow brighter, a figure slowly started manifesting from within the light. The only distinctive features were but a mere silhouette as the light was too bright to discern anything less...
And soon, the light slowly dissipated, fading slowly as the slim figure within the circle became more apparent. A young man, with golden hair, no taller than five feet and nine inches, stands before the magus. He doesn't seem to be wearing too much in terms of apparel, sporting a brown vest with a white fur collar and a crimson scarf, as well as a long pair of dark red trousers, matching the colors with his scarf. His clothing gives him the air of a traveler, one who has gone through some sort of journey.
What's odd, however, is that this traveler seems to lack any sort of footwear. In fact, his feet seem to have thick, golden hair growing from the top of it. The same could be said for the top halves of his forearms, going down to the top of his hands, which are propped back, cradling a red rod, a staff, with golden mace-like ends. This Spirit holds his staff behind his back, cradling them with his furred arms in a matter where he could easily rest his head on it, hands hanging down. A golden tail slowly curls out from behind him, moving around slowly.
The Heroic Spirit, more beast than man, raises his head up, his eyes opening and revealing his intense, golden eyes, a faint golden flame surrounding them. He raises his eyebrows as he looked into Johanna's eyes, as if he were staring straight into her soul, for a moment. He then nods his head, closing his eyes and bearing his teeth into a grin.
"Yes, you'll do..."In an almost sudden spurt of movement, the beast-like Servant rose one of his knees, leaning back very slightly as he stretches his leg towards Johanna. He was too far to kick her, so it wasn't by any means an attack, although, it seems that his hairy foot is pointing
towards the magus. Despite his leg being stretched out in such a strange matter, it seems as if he was keeping perfect balance.
"You!" The Servant spoke, as he pointed his big toe at Johanna, his other toes bending down.
"You're the one that's summoned me, yes? My... Master?" He continued, with a pained expression. The Servant moved his foot up to his chin, stroking it as if in thought, his eyebrow raising once again as his eyes gazed upward.
"And to summon me as a Berserker, of all classes..." He mumbled, before both his eyebrows, along with his tail, suddenly raised, pointing his foot once again at Johanna.
"Hey! Did you summon me as a Berserker intenionally!?" The Servant's eyes narrowed, seemingly upset. His face formed into a child-like pout as he awaited an answer. This seemed like the beginning of an interesting partnership...
Yankee
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