It may have been a bit silly, to think of dancing, of courting, as a battle. But that philosophy ran through Scathach so thoroughly, she could hardly help the comparison. Her battle lust managed to appear in such strange places...

At the dance floor, she confidently took the lead, bringing an arm to Saber's waist, pulling her close at the music began. It hardly had the formality of what Saber was no doubt familiar with, but it wasn't nearly so casual as the sort of dancing Scathach had in her homeland, either. Something inbetween. Something almost... romantic.