"I shall answer your call. I am Jeanne d'Arc... no, not that saint. I'm the one who was left to burn. Your Avenger."

Your summoned would speak proudly and arrogantly; clearly smugly. Her armor grinding against the ground with every little shift she made. Her cloak, switfly moving side-to-side and front at back elegantly with every smooth movement she made. Seeing you up and down, sizing you up.

"You shall be my master. Isn't it? I had higher expectations..."

Jeanne would speak, clearly subtly scorning you as she folded her arms under her chest.