Von. Einzbern
Standing in the center of the summoning circle is a tall and violent looking man.
He wears a stern emotionless expression on his face as if ready to go to battle any second.
His eyes peaking out through his pail white hair are narrow, cold, and unfeeling as if filled with a blood lust intent on ripping the person in front of him in half.
In his dark, steal grey armor with its claw like gauntlets, his presence appears as that of a demonic warrior and not that of a heroic figure.
Then suddenly without a change in his expression the man drops to one knee and bows his head before his master.
"I am the servant Saber. You have summoned me as my master.
I hereby swear to you that as long as you are my master and as long as I still draw breath, I shall not allow any harm to come to you.
I swear this to you on my life and my pride as a knight."
