Mordred did pout a little when he told her the War was so far off. A month? A whole month? She was expected to just sit around and wait all that time? She'd go mad for certain! But aside from a soft growl of annoyance, she made no protest to his plan.

Besides...he had suggested one of her favorite pastimes.

Mordred tilted a brow and smirked at the notion of sparring with her Master. "You feel like crossing swords with a Knight of the Round Table? Quite the reckless Master, aren't you?"

She moved back and stepped to where her sword had been knocked away. Ah, that's right - some unseen force had knocked Clarent out of her hands when she'd raised the blade to Dio. What could that have been? Magic? No...there had been no incantation or gem or mystical item.

Mordred was curious to find out.

She raised the large blade and swung it easily up to rest across the back of her shoulders behind her head. "I accept your challenge, Master. Just don't get mad when I land a nice solid shot to your face."

Mordred had speed and strength to easily rival a Berserker. Unlike the other knights, there was little artistry in her fighting style. She fought to win, whatever that took. So, in that very same fashion, rather than wait for Dio to agree, Mordred focused mana in her feet and burst forward at an incredible speed, closing one hand into a fist and moving to swing a solid right hook jab to Dio's jaw.