[ In response, her Garchomp lets out a brief roar at Alexander and his Tauros, mostly at the difference in height between his trainer and Alexander. Sheesh. Saber pats his arm briefly. ] Calm yourself, Morsus. He is no threat.

[ She smirks back up at Alexander. ] Indeed, you have a beautiful beast at your side as well. Speaking of things of beauty, I have something to present to you! Machina.

[ With a simple wave of her hand, her Metagross' eyes shine a bit before the machine levitates the wooden sword over to Alexander and having it float patiently in front of the huge man. ]

I hope you receive this graciously, King of Conquerors. It may be of wood, but it is certainly sturdy and crafted with confident expertise! You will find the design almost indistinguishable, too.