On some level, Signum's aware of that hero-worship. Even with her more complete memories of her past now, she still rejects it. She and Garviel are both just soldiers. Beloved by their masters and the people they protect, maybe, but just soldiers. Still, as a warrior, it feels good to be able to let loose and test her strength against an honorable opponent, now and then.

She stands herself a dozen paces away from the other Servant, unhooking her scabbard from her belt. Without the unfair advantage of flight, she'd have to be ready to defend herself from heavy attacks directly.

When Garviel looks ready, she draws her sword slowly and sets herself in a defensive stance, waiting to see if the man would make the first move.