Maybe she's beginning to see that herself, the instinct of battle high on her mind, but it's not enough to claim victory. There's restraint shown in her actions, the fear of landing a blow that might be lethal keeping her from unleashing her full potential. It would only be seen as cruel and she can't take the title of an emotionless king. Not anymore.

Not when there's another king who others may favor over her. No, she must remain as devout and pure as she always has, while showing her strength as a reliable pillar for Britain. So she's cautious when she takes the lower ground, bringing her sword up as to not harm her.

Even if it costs her for doing so.

A good thing she has plate and chainmail guarding her back. An easier target would have been one of her limps, in between flesh and greaves, but it's got enough force to bring her stumbling forward. It stung for sure as she's slow to turn around to face her.

Well, if she's willing to bring harm to her, maybe it was time Arturia picked up her game. "Nice shot." At least she'll give her the compliment she deserves, before shifting her weight, making it so that the golden blade in her hands would follow her easily.

"My turn."