"Very well then." She shifts her fingers across the grip, ensuring the sword is balanced just so in her hand. Mitsuru narrows her eyes, tuning out what she can; no frustration, confusion, or anything else that distracts. Just a will to fight. Maybe he is an upper class man, but that only encourages her to make this a committed, best-of-one's-abilities-match.

"Then let's see just that."

First lunge, to test the defenses. The rapier licks out, to give a test tap directed at the left shoulder, and Mitsuru leans her weight into the strike, to get the best amount of reach she can; she stares down her arm to gauge the reaction, and see what, if any counterstroke she'll receive.