The clash of bamboo swords only took a moment to decide the victor between them. As the experienced fighter only needed a single low sweep of her weapon to knock the other off her feet with ease. Now, with a towering position over the stranger it should be obvious that this kind of opening meant she’d be dead in a real exchange. And thus where the winner calls her victory, as the smile she wore this whole time lightens slightly as it’s accompanied by a chuckle. “-Quicker next time, alright?”
Fights like so were decided in moments. Then again, these sword fights-even if pretend- are nothing new to her. Her experience would naturally help, nor would she show mercy in a duel. That was just the Saber in a nutshell. Even in a friendly exchange from someone merely approaching for a spar, she’d take it just as serious. As the servant was merely practicing techniques in the thicket before other arrived.
Weapon would be dropped, as hand is offered to help lift. “But it’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with losing every now and then you know?”
@rainfect
