As the bright lights of the summoning fades away, all that's left is the man that stands in the center of the room. Bright blue hair tied back into a neat rat tail that ends by his hips. Beautiful silver armor rests upon a deep blue body suit, and a striking red spear to go with it. A Lancer class. Of course. That red spear must be the fabled Gáe Bolg then. Along with the summoning you somehow instinctively know his name and role. Cú Chulainn. The Hound of Ulster.

“ I've been summoned! Here at your request.”

You watch as your new servant smiles. A flourish of his lance as he spins it to his side. His red eyes almost glowing as they narrow, his smirk not reaching his eyes. You were certain he was assessing you as his eyebrows raise, approval? His smile gets wider now, eyes closing, a cocky laugh as the hero before you recognizes you properly as the one who he will serve.

“ Let's take this easy Master.”