Saber picks herself up from where she's landed, shaking the dust off of herself in time to see Edelgard land the killing blow. She's breathing heavily and she stalks forward to the corpse to pull her sword free of it. She begins to clean it with a slight grimace, but gives Edelgard a firm, approving nod.

"Well-done. That's one less shade for us to worry about. The axe was never my personal choice, but... you do well with it."

She has an appreciation for that sort of thing.

"Do you think there will be others?"