[A smug grin forms as she charges, both in anticipation of a grand fight and in admiration of her flawless form. Saber is one of the few here who can teach him something worth knowing.]
[He flicks his sword into a defensive posture, letting the blades collide with a solid clang. His grin widening, he fires off an ice spell at her feet. Hopefully that will slow her down as he springs away, a gust of controlled wind propelling him backwards a good twenty feet, where he skids to a perfectly balanced stop.]