Everyone has their favorite superhero or heroine. When they are boys and girls, they tend to pick an idol they want to be like. When they grow up, they often find themselves fixating on the ones they would like to fuck instead.
Paladin was the object of much of this.
She had been an archeology student on a dig in the Spanish mountains when she uncovered Durendal, the legendary holy sword of Huon of the Horn. Transformed by its holy power, she was blessed with the strength of a hundred knights, armoured with the mantle of the Archangel Gabriel to turn aside all earthly weapons, gifted by the fairy King Oberon with immunity to magic. Armed with a sword that could cut through stone and steel as if it were warm butter, and the wings of an Archangel to fly, she was a vision of purity that sailed above a world too base for her perfection.
She had been an athletic girl, a blonde vision of a coed whose presence is short shorts and a halter top barely containing her breasts did much to make the whole dig team motivated to get up to work every day, even if her persistent rebuff of every attempt to get into those delightful little pants failed utterly against a soul that was even then too pure for this world.