Ask each woman to demonstrate her combat abilities in the training facility to evaluate their tactical use
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You lead your five newest acquisitions through the mansion's corridors toward the massive underground training facility. The space expands before you as the doors slide open—a cavernous chamber with reinforced walls capable of withstanding supernatural forces, various combat scenarios projected by advanced holographic technology, and an observation deck where you now stand.
"Show me what you can do," you command, your voice echoing across the chamber.
Artoria steps forward first, her golden-ringed eyes meeting yours with respectful determination. "As you wish, my King." Her body glows with ethereal light as her clothing transforms from the casual attire you provided into her battle regalia—the blue and silver armor now modified to showcase her enhanced curves.
With practiced grace, she extends her hand, and Caliburn—the legendary Sword of Selection—materializes in her grip, its golden hilt gleaming under the training room lights.
"Impressive," you murmur. "But I was told all versions of you were extracted..."
Artoria smiles, and with a fluid motion, Caliburn vanishes to be replaced by Excalibur, the Sword of Promised Victory. Its radiant blade bathes the chamber in golden light. "I possess all my Noble Phantasms across every class manifestation, my King."
To demonstrate, she cycles through her arsenal—Excalibur gives way to Rhongomyniad, the sacred lance that pins the ends of the world. The lance transforms into Secace, then into Carnwennan, the shadow-concealing dagger. Finally, she summons Avalon, the legendary sheath of Excalibur.
"Avalon grants me perfect regeneration," she explains, the golden scabbard glowing with warm light before dissolving into motes of energy that sink into her skin. "No wound can claim me while it dwells within."
She then demonstrates her riding skills, summoning a spectral steed that gallops across the chamber before dissolving into light. Her lance work is flawless, her swordsmanship divine, each movement executed with perfect precision as she dispatches holographic enemies that Cortana generates around her.
"Magnificent," you approve, and Artoria bows, her enhanced breasts straining against her armor as she drops to one knee.
"My sister's turn," she says, rising to make way for Morgan.
Morgan steps forward, pale skin contrasting with her dark armor. Where Artoria radiated noble light, Morgan exudes shadows that writhe around her like living things.
"I possess darkened reflections of my sister's gifts," she explains, summoning a corrupted version of Excalibur—a blade of midnight edged with crimson light. She swings it with elegant brutality, each stroke leaving trails of darkness that linger momentarily in the air.
She cycles through her own arsenal—a shadow-tainted Rhongomyniad that seems to pierce the very fabric of reality, creating momentary rifts that seal themselves almost instantly. Her Avalon manifestation appears as a coffin of black thorns that envelops her before dissolving into her body.
"My regeneration comes with a price," she explains with a wicked smile. "Any who strike me suffer equivalent wounds."
Scáthach steps forward next, her crimson eyes flashing with anticipation. "My capabilities are... extensive, Divine Mother," she says, summoning her signature weapon, Gáe Bolg Alternative.
Unlike the others, who demonstrated individual weapons, Scáthach proves to be a master of all combat forms. She shifts seamlessly between weapons—spears, swords, daggers, bows, even bare-handed combat—each form executed with the perfection that comes only from millennia of practice.
"I taught Cu Chulainn everything he knew," she explains as she dispatches a dozen holographic opponents simultaneously, her body moving with impossible grace. "But I kept many secrets for myself."
She finishes by demonstrating her signature technique—creating duplicates of Gáe Bolg that strike from impossible angles, bypassing any defense to pierce the hearts of her targets.
"I am the master of death," she says, kneeling before you as her weapons dissolve. "And now, I serve only you."
Jeanne and Jalter look at each other, a silent communication passing between them before they step forward together.
"May we demonstrate as one?" Jeanne asks, her golden flag materializing in her hand.
"Indeed," you reply, curious to see how the former enemies work together.
Their demonstration is a perfect synthesis of light and darkness—Jeanne's protective abilities creating shields of golden light while Jalter's flames incinerate any who approach. Their flags, when crossed, create a field of purifying fire that discriminates perfectly between ally and enemy.
"We are two sides of the same coin," they explain in perfect unison, "now serving the same master."
As their demonstration concludes, all five women kneel before you, their enhanced bodies glistening with exertion, golden-ringed eyes looking up at you with complete devotion.
"Are we satisfactory, Divine Mother?" Artoria asks, her voice carrying the weight of a knight seeking her lord's approval.
You smile, already imagining how these new powers will enhance your forces.