Speak of the devil... Avenger can't tell whether it's a curse or blessing— as she has both easier and harder time dealing with the unaltered Saber.

"They're just animals. Filthy and stinky even in this fake reality." Avenger states flippantly not even moving from her place. Figures this white and pure King is just as sore loser as the dark one. She tugs at the lock again, this time making the door rattle.

"Games need at least two sides, yes? Isn't fighting a computer boring? I'd rather play the villain than help in your quest."

Let's up it to a hard-mode, a real challenge. Come on, stop her.