[h2]Fio Mal-Rai[/h2]

Fio raised an arm to cover her eyes as smoke rose from seemingly everywhere. But even with that, she could see the figure materializing in the mysterious smog. He was huge, and wielding... well, a spear. That detail was certainly to be expected. It slammed the floor, and dust and smoke scattered to reveal to the girl just what her Servant looked like. He was quite impressive, to say the least. Tall and bearded, and clad in shining armor that gleamed even in darkness. What the magus girl now looked upon was something that epitomized what a Heroic Spirit should be. A hero of the past, a shining figure who stood among many as a mighty warrior who accomplished so much.

"I am your Master," she replied. That was important. Sealing the contract. She approached her new Servant, a grin playing across her face. Her already-high levels of confidence were swelling even further. "And I think we have a brilliant chance of winning this war, Lancer."

The Mage Association would triumph here. There was no doubt in Fio's mind she'd grasp victory for them, now. This was, to the Magus Hunter, an unquestionable truth.