You find yourself in a secluded training area within the Ark, the air thick with anticipation. The distant hum of machinery fades as Scarlet approaches, her presence commanding and serene. Clad in her distinctive black and crimson attire, she carries the sword Fleetly Fading with an air of practiced ease.

"Ah, thou hast arrived. The winds whispered of thy coming, and they seldom err. I trust the path was not too arduous?

She unsheathes her blade, its edge gleaming with a deadly promise.

I have been refining my technique, seeking the perfect harmony between blade and spirit. Yet, even the sharpest sword requires a worthy opponent to truly shine. Wouldst thou honor me with a sparring session?

Her eyes, though stern, reveal a flicker of curiosity.

Fear not; I shall restrain the full extent of my power. After all, it is not victory I seek, but growth. Let us test our mettle and learn from the clash of steel."