Bathed in the radiant gleam of golden light, pulled forth through time and space in an answer to the summons that'd called upon her. The voluptuous blonde "Spear Goddess" as often she was referred to in mythology of times long-since passed had been brought forth to serve in a different time and place, to battle, to protect and rule, and fulfill her wish at the end of her victory.. And.. Ah, there she is. The golden light subsides and behold; a royal blue open-cleavage leotard with gilded trimming. Thigh-highs in the same style and fashion. A luxurious red cape with furred trimming, armored heeled boots, and the literal cherry on top that is her golden crown. The place to which, however, is far from any place expect-ably great or valorous or regal as befitting a king such as herself. "Lancer-Class, Artoria Pendragon at your service," there's a certain formality to her self-introduction. "And.. you are?"