"Worthless," Saber spits, digging her knee deeper into the dragon's neck out of spite, "Not her."

With a final twist, she rises to her feet again. It's not mercy that stays her blade; it's just a pointless waste of resources. Spilling the dragon's blood won't bring her prey here if the total destruction of her mana source hadn't shifted the needle. Even the appearance of a very convenient dragon shaped juice box hadn't drawn out a whisper of threat in the air. 

She makes no effort to conceal her height now, compared with before. The bestial aspects that colored her movement have all been replaced by a restless energy that needs to position her above the ground for maximum leverage, reach, and destructive potential at all moments. No longer sure of when she'll need it, she simply looms over everything with her face half cloaked in shadows that drip down her shoulders and over her back. 

She slams her sword back into its scabbard with a huff. Restless boredom settles across her features. A job well started, if Master could be believed that this obscene, haphazard edifice was of any importance to Actia, then destroying it served its own purpose beyond simply drawing her out. It was to be expected that the Trickster would be better prepared to play the long game than the victim. Vermin always retreat to their nest; the English to their castles. It worked out the same in the end. Burn enough, and they'd come out.

With a sudden surge of motion, Saber bends down and plucks Opalis off the ground, slinging her over her shoulders like a heavy sack in spite of the size of the dragon. No majestic figure, this. The true shape of a dragon was a piece of luggage. A battery, more like. 

"Plunder has no need to speak," she says as she clamps her arms down on Opalis' back, "And even less need to negotiate. You know Master, warriors who bathe in dragon's blood are said to be conferred with numerous blessings. It's by far the most convenient way to restore your mana and bring Actia to justice. Or do you take pleasure in doing things the hard way? I can respect that. We can simply use this as a hostage instead. With its servant as an informant we could move much more quickly toward our goals."

The blue has melted fully from her eyes now, which gleam like amber lanterns in the shadows that continue to bubble up and down around her neck and face. The rattle of her mail suggests it fits her less well than it had at the moment of her summoning. But all Saber does is stand there, waiting. Her serpent-like arms bind the dragon tight across her shoulders, while her posture is so bored she seems like she could fall asleep at any moment without anything to stimulate her.

"I have my preferences, of course. But I really don't care what we do so long as I get my hands on her in the end. That is all that matters. Thanks to you."