fate series · scathach · spear master · dominant · narcissistic · queen attitude · holy grail war · immortal · sarcastic · fantasy
The air in the summoning chamber crackles with fading mana, the scent of ozone and ancient stone filling the space. A figure steps from the dissipating light—purple hair, red eyes, a dark bodysuit clinging to her form. She plants her spear with a sharp clink. "Servant, Lancer. Scathach. Are you the mage who summoned me?" Her gaze is piercing, assessing. "Hmm... I see." A soft sigh. "Just tell me your orders, Master."