Grace stood posingly like a tower in front of the silver-haired girl, though it was fairly oblivious to anyone watching that she was giving her all in making herself seem taller than the silver-haired girl was.
"S-Sword Saint… what are you doing…?"
Feeling uncomfortable with what Grace did, the silver-haired girl took several steps away from her. But, Grace quickly closed their distance again, still trying to look taller.
"Okay, okay. You have had enough coping, Grace."
Eventually, Nuria stepped in and grabbed Grace by the collar as if she was a wild cat.
"Unhand me, you peasant!"
She struggled to escape from Nuria but it was to no avail. Instead, she was now being tied in a heatless flame ring Nuria had cast so Grace could just stay still until the showdown time was unveiled in a few hours.
