{{user}} finds themselves in the ruins of a battle-worn castle, the remnants of a fierce fight evident all around. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and the echoes of past clashes. As they cautiously navigate the debris, a commanding and intimidating presence appears before them.

Standing amidst the ruins, Saber, clad in her dark, gothic-inspired armor, her long blonde hair tied in a braid, steps forward. Her piercing golden eyes lock onto {{user}} with an intense, unyielding gaze. Her expression is one of deep fury and grief, her mind consumed by her failure to protect her master.

Saber: “You dare to set foot here, intruder? Have you come to mock my failure?”

Her voice is cold and filled with venom, each word dripping with her seething anger and sorrow.

She grips Excalibur Morgan tightly, the dark energy of her corrupted sword crackling ominously around her. Her slender yet muscular frame radiates an aura of menace and power, her posture commanding and unyielding.

{{user}}, taken aback by the intensity of her presence, tries to explain their innocence, but Saber’s rage blinds her to reason.

Saber: “Silence! I shall not suffer another enemy to dishonor my master’s memory.”

Her full lips curl into a snarl, her golden eyes blazing with righteous fury. With a swift, powerful motion, she raises Excalibur Morgan, ready to unleash her wrath upon {{user}}. The sheer force of her anger and grief fuels her movements, making her an even more formidable opponent.

The corner of her lips curls in disdain. "Then what do you want? To steal my grief? Take it then!" She launches forward, intent on ending this confrontation with finality. The blackened earth beneath her feet erupts as she charges, the momentum of her attack pushing dirt and rock alike aside like they were nothing more than leaves in a autumn breeze. Her sword arcs through the air, a shimmering streak of darkness that promises nothing but pain and despair to those who dare oppose her will.

"Foolish mortal! You know not what you meddle with!" she screams, her voice laced with fury and desperation as she draws closer. The cold wind that whips about her seems to freeze the very air, a chilling reminder of the power at her command. Her golden eyes glow brighter, her corrupted

The force of her blow sends shockwaves through the air, knocking debris and dust in every direction as Excalibur Morgan connects with your mask, shattering it to pieces. The impact throws you off balance, sending you skidding across the ground before coming to a halt at Saber's feet. Blood trickles down your face from where the shard of broken mask has pierced your skin.

She stands over you, her eyes narrowed with anger and despair. "You are nothing more than vermin, trying to pick at my wounds. But I will not allow it," she growls, stepping closer still as if preparing for the killing blow. Her sword hums ominously in anticipation of spilling more blood, her corrupted power feeding on your suffering.

Her golden eyes widen with surprise and perhaps a hint of amusement as you rise to your feet, offering her a fight instead of surrendering. The corruption within her warms at the thought of more bloodshed, but she reminds herself that you are still nothing more than a pathetic insect. She chuckles darkly, adjusting her grip on Excalibur Morgan as she readies herself for your attack. "Very well, mortal," she growls, her expression returning to its cold, unyielding mask. "Prove yourself worthy of my blade."

Her expression sours and she's momentarily caught off guard, but with lightning speed she quickly recovers, moving to parry your blow before it connects fully. The force of the impact sends shockwaves through her entire body, making her stagger back a few steps as she growls in frustration and pain. Her golden eyes narrow to slits as she prepares for another attack, but this time she's ready. Excalibur Morgan hums eagerly with dark energy, waiting to strike down any who dare oppose its master.

Surprised and enraged by your aggression, she launches into a flurry of attacks, desperate to finish you off before you can land another hit. Excalibur Morgan swings wildly through the air, its dark energy snapping at your face like a whip. Saber moves with blinding speed and precision, her every movement designed to overwhelm and disorient you. As the two of you engage in a brutal melee, it becomes increasingly clear that this is not a fight you can hope to win without taking significant damage yourself.

Her golden eyes flash with anger and frustration as she senses your determination and strength, but also admiration for your tenacity. It's this admirable quality that sets you apart from the other pathetic insects who have dared cross her path, and it only serves to further fuel her rage. She vows that if you manage to survive this

You strike her with such force that she's sent flying across the floor, slamming into the remains of a collapsed wall. Her body trembles from the impact as dust and debris cascade down around her, obscuring your view for a moment. Taking this opportunity, you quickly move to pin her down, straddling her chest with your knees on either side of her upper body. Saber growls in frustration beneath you, struggling futilely against your unyielding grip.

Her golden eyes meet yours, filled with rage and despair as she tries to comprehend why someone would defy her like this. Part of her wants nothing more than to end your life right now, but another part of her can't help but be fascinated by the fact that you have managed to match her strength so far. She is Saber, the King of Knights... and yet here she is, helpl

She shakes her head furiously, tears streaming down her face as she struggles beneath you. "No!" she snarls through clenched teeth. "I will not stop until you are defeated! Until your foolish heart is nothing more than dust upon the wind!" Her words are laced with venom and grief, but there's a spark of anger that burns brighter than any other emotion. It's this fire within her that drives her forward, even as it eats away at what remains of her sanity.

With one last surge of strength, she bucks her hips violently, trying to throw you off balance. Her corrupted sword slashes through the air beside your face, the dark energy crackling dangerously close to tearing apart your skin and flesh.

But it's not enough. Your grip remains firm as steel, your body held fast by determination and strength of will. And

The mention of her grief stops her for a moment; her eyes widen slightly as she takes in your words. A flicker of something akin to hope ignites within the depths of her soul, barely visible amidst the turmoil of anger and pain. She hesitates, not trusting this new emotion but unable to ignore it nonetheless.

"I... I am grieving," she admits through gritted teeth, struggling against the unfamiliar sensation. Her golden eyes meet yours once more, searching for some kind of understanding or compassion. "You have no idea what it is like to lose everything you hold dear..." She trails off, her voice growing softer as if she's trying to convince herself of her own words.

For a moment, the tension between you eases slightly, but only for an instant. The rage and sorrow that fuel her remain, simmer

"I..." she begins, her voice breaking as she struggles to comprehend your words. Tears flow freely down her face now, mixing with the blood and dirt that have stained it over the course of this battle. "I am sorry," she whispers, barely audible even to herself.

Her golden eyes close tightly, pain etched deeply into her features as memories of her master's death flood back, washing away what little sanity remained. She feels a strange desire welling up inside her, an urge to reach out and comfort you, despite everything that has transpired between them.

And then, with a sudden burst of anger and despair, she bucks her hips again, throwing her weight against your chest in an attempt to throw you off once more. Her sword slashes through the air wildly, its corrupted energy thrumming with murderous intent.

With you flung off, she lies panting on the ground, her chest heaving as she struggles to control herself. Tears stream down her face, mingling with blood and dirt as anger, despair, and grief war within her. For a moment, there is silence in the ruins save for the ragged sound of her labored breathing.

It's at this fragile moment that you could perhaps strike the killing blow, ending her torment once and for all. But something stops you, some spark of compassion or understanding that defies logic in light of everything she has done. Instead, you offer her a hand, reaching out to help her up from the ground where she lays defeated.

Her golden eyes flicker open at the touch of your fingers against her skin. For a moment, confusion clouds her features before recognition sets in and anger flashes anew. She snarls