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[A tight smile has surfaced without Saber being aware of it-- it's only natural, though, when faced with splendid swordplay. He's exceeded her initial expectations several times over now, allowing her to subtly go faster, harder, closer to see what the limit will ultimately be. She feels the soaring spirit from this man, and she shares his desire for a brilliant match; after all, meeting a straightforward opponent, even in informal, unannounced spars like this, is one of the greatest joys for a knight]
Coming this far, without backing down... Such skill, and such spirit are an honor to witness, and I am thankful for the chance to...!
[Smile splitting into a fierce grin, she freely compliments-- all the while taking a level in speed and precision for a sudden barrage of arcing thrusts. Three strikes. Ribs, heart, throat.
There's certainly pride in her trained abilities and strength... but she's overly competitive and always aims to win]