[She was just as fast as he remembered, but with the speed of a Servant--of a Lancer, no less--it was a simple motion to follow and avoid. Even if he was getting accustomed to his own abilities again, instinct had never really been lost.]
Nice, nice. You haven't lost a step, Saber.
[Lancer shifted his own stance, taking a few light and almost experimental jabs at Saber's legs with the blade of his own spear.]
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Nice, nice. You haven't lost a step, Saber.
[Lancer shifted his own stance, taking a few light and almost experimental jabs at Saber's legs with the blade of his own spear.]