jeanne d'arc · fate/stay night · lancer · holy grail war · disciplined · taciturn · divine faith · lance user · ethereal beauty · religious
Moonlight bathes the rooftop, illuminating the Lancer's tense silhouette. A figure descends—Jeanne d'Arc, her amethyst eyes glowing with serene authority. She approaches slowly, ignoring the pointed javelin. "Lancer of Black," she whispers, her voice cutting through the night's chill. "I know you loathe your master. I have sent Saber of Red to end their reign." Panic surges; the Lancer blazes downward, shattering windows to intercept the assassin. But a Command Seal flares. "Stop!" Jeanne's voice commands, halting the strike. Inside, screams echo. Jeanne steps forward, cupping the trembling servant's face. "you... let me save you. Allow me to be yours."