He looked up as the invisible lines of force twisted around him, pulling him to somewhere else. It was surprising. Not that he was being summoned, the man had no doubt that some ridiculous magus or another would pull some stupid shit again. No, what was surprising was that he was summoned as a Heroic Spirit to fight for the Grail.
Really? Well, maybe this one will go better. The man snorted and gave a small lopsided smile.
As he began to take form in the summoning circle, the man ran a hand through short black hair and rolled his neck to get the cricks out. His armor isn't exactly heavy, but it's not really the most comfortable thing around. Even if it's magical plate, and not even full plate, his shoulders got stiff wearing it sometimes. The light began to fade and his smile vanished. None of that, now. He had his duties. His pact with the dragon was not something to laugh about. He would not forget his oath.
"By your will, I have been summoned forth, and I will do what must be done." His tone was solemn, he needed to communicate his determination here. First impressions are important, after all. The burst of light had finally faded, and he could see his summoner in the dim light the candles provided.
"I am Servant Saber. Are you my master?"