"What the hell?! There are Tiny Grands! Are they supposed to be our enemies besides Grand?!"
Even the size of their weapon were tiny versions of log's Grand. There was an influx of them around the two kids. Similarly, the way they act and move was the same as Grand. Walking doggedly, they were calmly approaching their enemies. However, when Fritz and Newt began to move, loping, the Tiny Grands twitched and, then there was a sudden change in their speed.
"Isn't it overkill?! Sending these types of enemies. Imagine, we will be fighting countless Tiny Grands for an entire hour!"
"It is... Our stamina is limited and, there's also the real deal, Grand. He will pose much more threat than the copies."
The two kids knew very well that if they got hit by the real thing, they might fly away from the magic space, and if their wounds were too severe, they might suffer serious damage. The worst is death.
