Taking up her helm in her flesh and blood hand and her blade in her prosthetic, Malenia engages the sword to her arm, locking it in place as well.

Heed my words.

Her helm in place, she turns to face her opponent. She decides then that she will give them their duel, before turning her blade upon the mockery they've brought with them.

I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella.

Her sword comes up, and she swings it, to make sure it is ready for combat.

And I have never known defeat.