[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Ec8rQDJ.png[/img][/center]Saber was ready to strike when the other Servant acknowledged with a sharp glare. She found herself hesitating for a moment, tightening her grasp around her sword's hilt but resisting the impulse to give any ground.

The pressure from being under his gaze was impressive to say the least. That sort of overbearing personality could certainly shock a lesser warrior to halt, maybe more.

Nevertheless, Saber knew better.

Despite hesitating for a moment, Saber recovered fast enough to meet her opponent's expectation. She didn't say a word, her expression remaining the same cold gaze from before. This wasn't a duel that would be resolved by speech, but rather by action and so she acted.

Dashing forward under half of her best speed, Saber struck with her blade. She aimed for the gaps in her opponent's armor with quick trusts combined with fast draw-cuts. A style that was only made possible by her fencing-like footwork, with gracious movements that felt like those of a swan spreading its wings over a moonlit lake.