[It's right there in the name: Heroic Spirit. They are heroes that span history, myths, and legends, and have one way or another, left their mark on humanity's history. These are beings who answer to the summons of "Masters" to become their "Servant," and they work with each other to achieve one another's goals in order to achieve the ultimate wish making machine, that is the Holy Grail. However, in other universes, Heroic Spirits are also utilized to protect the world and are in a sense, one of the several self-defense mechanisms that have been developed among the infinite multiverses that have, will, and do exist in the fabric of time.
And against all odds, Doctor Stephen Strange's summoning has been heard.
There is a flash of gold light that quickly separates into a circle of golden orbs that spins rapidly, increasing in speed until the light bursts and what results is a blast of energy that rattles the floors, ceilings, and the very foundations of the Sanctum. The dust takes its time to settle down and at first, it is silent, making it seem as if nothing happened.
But then, there is a lighthearted and sultry feminine drawl.]
... My, my. What have we here?
[A scent hangs in the air, an aroma that is simply, put, alcoholic. In the dimmer light, a pair of glossy horns and equally glossy dark hair gleams, belonging to a dainty and tiny woman draped in a purple kimono that lazily lays on her shoulders that barely hides the rest of her form.
From below, a pair of glittering violet eyes looks up at the Sorcerer Supreme, amused, and hardly in awe. She carries a large sword on her back with a blue gourd on the end. When she shifts, the contents within slosh back and forth. And before anything else can occur, the new Heroic Spirit introduces herself.]
Assassin. Shuten Douji. Thank you kindly for summoning me, my new Master.
["Assassin" gives him a smile assessing him with what can only be described as a predatory gaze.]
Fufu. How interesting. I wonder if you'll be able to handle me.
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And against all odds, Doctor Stephen Strange's summoning has been heard.
There is a flash of gold light that quickly separates into a circle of golden orbs that spins rapidly, increasing in speed until the light bursts and what results is a blast of energy that rattles the floors, ceilings, and the very foundations of the Sanctum. The dust takes its time to settle down and at first, it is silent, making it seem as if nothing happened.
But then, there is a lighthearted and sultry feminine drawl.]
... My, my. What have we here?
[A scent hangs in the air, an aroma that is simply, put, alcoholic. In the dimmer light, a pair of glossy horns and equally glossy dark hair gleams, belonging to a dainty and tiny woman draped in a purple kimono that lazily lays on her shoulders that barely hides the rest of her form.
From below, a pair of glittering violet eyes looks up at the Sorcerer Supreme, amused, and hardly in awe. She carries a large sword on her back with a blue gourd on the end. When she shifts, the contents within slosh back and forth. And before anything else can occur, the new Heroic Spirit introduces herself.]
Assassin. Shuten Douji. Thank you kindly for summoning me, my new Master.
["Assassin" gives him a smile assessing him with what can only be described as a predatory gaze.]
Fufu. How interesting. I wonder if you'll be able to handle me.
[Her smile has pointed teeth.]