"Okay~! Sounds fun!" She calls back, her grin as wide as Emet-Selk's frown is grumpy. "Hey, you're pretty strong yourself, ne?" That is a big sword, but he handles it with ease.

Well, she can get to know him better later. Readying her swords, she crouches and prepares to charge. She'll wait for it to make its attack against him, and then move. If Emet-Selk wants speed, she can absolutely give him speed.