Wasting no time, Saber turned around and dashed for her sword. When the handle reached the palm of her hand, she redirected her weight and cut the air, aiming directly for the elderly woman's head.
However, the blade suddenly lost all friction just as it was about to come into contact with her. It was almost as if the universe was denying her death.
"You're annoying."
Planting her foot into the ground, Saber made sure each swipe of her blade would ensure death. However, no matter how hard she tried, a single strike did not reach its target.
With each second, Saber's grip on the handle increased. Her eyes became bloodshot, thirsty, shrinking to the size of a pea. In the end, a vein on her forehead exploded, making her retreat.
"I see."
Saber's grip on the sword loosened, and she restrained herself.
"Even your ability is a lie. Everything about you disgusts me. From your appearance, down to the way you talk — you disgust me."
"...I'm sorry for that."
