Saber's fighting style, once it came down to a one on one fight, can best be described as lazy. Not that there's a lot for her to do just now with Kat struggling so valiantly to keep there from [i]being[/i] a fight, but even so. A Berserker cannot be denied forever. With one hand gripping her sword, Saber turns her body to present a narrower profile and never seems to do much beyond a vague turning of her wrist or, at most, her forearm. She puts the blade where the threat is and jams it. No fancy tricks, no obvious exertion, just deny, deny, deny. 

Even on offense there is nothing special to what she does. The glittering sword is all that speaks to her being a figure of legend or a terrifying ancient spirit brought back to life by a dread ritual: her form is... perfunctory. She simply rises up on her legs to gain height and swings her weapon down on Berserker's head. It's not a heavy looking blow; her arm barely seems to move. 

But it drops Berserker to her knees anyway. It requires two hands to block and causes both Masters to scream as if someone had just pinched them from behind in a dark room. And when she grins, none of that laziness matters at all.

"Very well then, Lady Fluffymountains!" she even manages to say it with a voice full of respect, "I thank you for your kindness and generosity. Until we meet again! All I ask is that you do not allow yourself to be defeated. Not by..."

But who she means to warn again is lost in Berserker's loud cry and counterattack. The true purpose of Saber's strike is revealed instead of the nature of her warning, if it is indeed a warning in the first place. This is a launch pad. When she is thrown into the air she twists her spine seemingly in half and arcs over the edge of the rampart, which she runs down the side of in only five strides.

On the ground again, she is water. She is lightning. She is shameless in retreat, laughing and loping and seeking shadows or the river without delay. Whatever makes her more dangerous to follow. But the second she is out of sight and easy following distance, she collapses to her knees. Her gigantic body trembles up and down it's entire length. She cranes her neck to look to the stars, unfamiliar all.

"Master," she grunts, "We need to hide ourselves. Somewhere safe to recover and plan. Your palace is not an option, where else do you know that we can go? Be our guide, if not our legs."