[h2] Athena[/h2]

Athena looked at the new arrival, her eyes wide. She fell back on her backside, after the usual fireworks. So much prana filled the air. Had she been successful? But what had she summoned exactly. It looked well, a young man. In a blue suit. With a red stick or something like that. 

"You're not a doggy." was her initial reply, weak, and disoriented, to his own summoned's servants own words. "Ugh." she felt dizzy, and gripped her arm, as the command spell became embedded in her skin. Her eyes met his. And she grinned. "YOU ARE TEN TIMES COOLER. LIKE UM... A SUPER HERO. SUPER DOGGY!" Athena beamed at Cu Chuchulain, her smile returning. "Right! I'm glad i got someone as cool as you because Zebratech would spank me if i failed, yup yup!" She added in a fit of verbosity.

"But...Athena doesn't know much of fighting, so um... would you mind doing that in my stead, Lancer?" She said in a bashful stance, unable to face her servant.

And then people went noisy. More circles appeared. Athena stood there, back and forth. Her eyes bedazzled by the display. And then, something called her attention.

Witch of Colchis.

Medea.

As if sprung by an unknown force Athena raced towards the source of the discussion. "Hehe! Wait for me, just a second, okay?" She said to Lancer, with not an ounce in the care of the world. Her small feet seemed to go faster by the second, until her homing seeker missile of attention ended up with latching herself into the other servant's leg, as if it was a pink, cute tick.

"OHmygodyou'rerealyou'relikemygreatgreatgreatgreatgrannyandIlikeyoualotwillyouteachmemagecraftyousmelllikemommywhatsyourfavoritefood?"

She blinked, awaiting answer.

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[h2]El Cid[/h2]

The servant nodded curtly, but sagely. His eyes acknowledging the young man as master. "So it shall be." He smiled slightly, before walking out of the circle, positioning himself neatly just behind Cecil. His eyes kept assessing the situation. Tempers flared, egos clashed. El cid stroke his beard thoughtfully.

"Tis' to be expected. Heroes have great egos after all, my master. And so have the magi who can call forth a servant. Tis' a sight i would rather not... witness." He added, shielding his master with one arm from potential outbursts of friendly fire. "I really hope there's a good explanation for this."

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