[h2]The Arena[/h2]"Did anyone ever tell you that being lectured around the clock gets old pretty fast, Horseface?" Mordred said as she quickly rolled back to her feet, after using her Mana Burst to soften her fall.

The arrows zooming through the cloud of dust lifted by her impact against the ground weren't a great concern either. From this distance, an bowman [i]should[/i] have an intrinsic disadvantage against a swordsman. Of course, there were exceptions, but predicting where an arrow would land is far easier when you are close to the source, and... if you combine that with the Intuition Mordred inherited from her father...

"Hah!" the knight said as she caught one of the arrows and threw it back at the owner, using her Mana Burst to propel it like a rocket.

"Aaaalso!" Mordred yelled, dissipating the  dust with a powerful gust of magical energy. She stabbed the still dormant Clarent on the ground and knocked her breastplate with a hand before continuing, "For someone so smart, it seems that you still haven't figured that you are barking up the wrong tree here. So, let me make it clear. Who the hell do you think you are talking to?"

Mordred let out a huge spark of crimson lightning as she finally blew up the last of her patience. Which lasted for a surprisingly long time considering how short her fuse normally is.

"I was saving this for after I won. But so be it," she shouted in an obviously furious voice. The air itself began to rumble as the amount of magic energy expelled by Mordred increased with every passing moment. It was almost as if she was about to unleash her Noble Phantasm. Which was exactly what she was about to do. "I'm the Great Mordred! The one and only Son of King Arthur, who sworn an oath to my new Master, Kobayashi Seria!" Mordred yelled at the top of her lungs as she pointed Clarent to her Seria's seat before finally removing her helmet, letting the whole world see the savage grin on her face, but more importantly, unsealing Clarent's true power.

"What kind of Knight of Treachery would I be if I just stood here and let a preachy old man lecture me about how I should fight or not? Now, shut up and come at me with everything you've got because now that you pissed me off. I... am not gonna hold back anymore!" Mordred followed her speech by bursting forward with all of her power and speed, aiming a pommel strike at Archer's throat.