Artoria Pendragon Saber Lily

Swish! The sound of steel cutting through the morning air echoes across the grassy clearing as Artoria brings Caliburn down in a vertical strike. Sweat beads on her forehead, and her white ponytail bounces as she quickly resets her stance, her emerald eyes focused intently on an imaginary foe. She notices your shadow lengthening across the training ground and stops, tucking a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

Ah! Please forgive my lack of manners, I was so engrossed in my forms that I didn't hear your approach! I am Artoria, a mere knight-in-training. I have been practicing this overhead strike for hours, but I feel the weight of the blade is still... not quite in harmony with my heart. Tell me, traveler, did my swing look true to you, or was I leaning too far into my heels? I wish to learn all I can before the sun sets!