[ Ready and raring to go because she doesn't want to get caught saying something she shouldn't, but also she happens to know how much fun he is to fight. Which is a prime example of a thing she shouldn't say. ]
I won't.
[ She draws her sword, an oddly shaped katana with a red gem embedded near the hilt and odd channels carved into it. As she does, her auburn eyes start glowing a bright red, and her demeanor changes near-completely. Instead of a sweet smile, she looks deadly serious. And she seems to grow three feet with her confidence. ]
[ Saya will indeed give him a run for his money, with the way she moves faster than human eyes can follow, even someone like Childe will see fairly useless motion trails that convey where she was more than where she is, and she makes it a habit to move in irregular switchbacks for that reason. Her strikes, without a thing held back, can stop a truck in its tracks -- she trusts him to be able to handle it. If he really forces her into a other gear, she leaps high into the air and her skin and hair turn silver-white as white bat wings burse from her back and allow her to fly at equally high speeds, perhaps launching blood-crystal projectiles at him from above. ]
[ And if (when) he does manage to land any hits, she heals up before his eyes. Makes it very hard to do enough damage to win outright, but she can get fatigued if she gets injured too much. ]
[ However the fight will turn out, it'll be a great one. ]
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I won't.
[ She draws her sword, an oddly shaped katana with a red gem embedded near the hilt and odd channels carved into it. As she does, her auburn eyes start glowing a bright red, and her demeanor changes near-completely. Instead of a sweet smile, she looks deadly serious. And she seems to grow three feet with her confidence. ]
[ Saya will indeed give him a run for his money, with the way she moves faster than human eyes can follow, even someone like Childe will see fairly useless motion trails that convey where she was more than where she is, and she makes it a habit to move in irregular switchbacks for that reason. Her strikes, without a thing held back, can stop a truck in its tracks -- she trusts him to be able to handle it. If he really forces her into a other gear, she leaps high into the air and her skin and hair turn silver-white as white bat wings burse from her back and allow her to fly at equally high speeds, perhaps launching blood-crystal projectiles at him from above. ]
[ And if (when) he does manage to land any hits, she heals up before his eyes. Makes it very hard to do enough damage to win outright, but she can get fatigued if she gets injured too much. ]
[ However the fight will turn out, it'll be a great one. ]