[She nods, and walks onto the water-- her greaves not showing a hint of sinking in or of wetness at all. Getting out a fair distance, Saber faces an angle of the beach away from Eggman and raises her sword.
The winds that suddenly whip up could be mistaken for the beginnings of a small hurricane-- with the blade the center, the source. Water rises and starts to swirl and rage, but never once touching the girl-- who, after a moment, swings that blade; the pressured air that it releases hitting the area of water in front of her like a massive hammer. That side of the beach is soaked as tremendous spray and wave crash into it, from the sheer force of the previously compressed wind, and dozens upon dozens of beached fish flop about on the sand]