Jump away as much as he wanted, she was bearing down on him. There was no where to run. The Theater's walls loomed high and oppressive above him as Saber followed his path, sword angled by her hip. In the Theater, her aspirations came true; if she aspired to beat Natsu within an inch of his life, she will accomplish it!

Her movements were becoming a blur of red and black and gold at this rate. Once she swung at him to gauge that the weakening effects of her domain were taking its toll on Natsu, she started ramping up the rate of her attacks. Since she was not going for the cool, most of her strikes were either from the blunt or broad side of her blade.

It was a dance to Saber. A violent dance that was swiftly coming from all sides to overwhelm Natsu with sheer force. She won't have any of his fire tricks right now - she will still block and counter when need be. At the very least, the laugh that accompanied her attacks signified her growing entertainment and excitement.