Phalanx entered a fighting stance, ready to combat this fellow knight. Sword techniques were passed down from one Phalanx to the next, so Layla had both her own abilities and the wisdom of the centuries on her side...not that it would account for much if this girl was the real deal. Phalanx had trouble believing this girl was really King Arthur, but this world was full to the brim of things that didn't make sense. It'd probably be best to just assume it was the truth until proven otherwise.

If her opponent was a faker, this would be an easy fight for Phalanx. However, the real King Arthur would probably have no problem winning against her in single combat; a fact she loathed. Even if Phalanx were to call in the entirety of her White Knights, they wouldn't be capable of defeating the real deal either. No, this was her fight, and hers alone; only Phalanx still had room to become more powerful among she and her knights. Readying her shield and tightening her grip on her sword, Phalanx kept her eyes locked.

"Strike whenever you're ready."