The short pony-tailed man, Lincoln, strutted past the trees, closely followed by Paul, the black-haired masked man.
With them standing at their full height, Lillian was able to roughly gauge their height, which she had easily forgotten.
Lincoln stood at a height of around 4ft11 with his blonde ponytail reaching behind his waist.
Paul was around 5ft10, considerably taller than his partner beside him, as well as Lillian.
Lillian, hearing the scurrying of her team members and making sure they had left, responded to Lincoln's rhetorical question:
"Why not, right? I little bit easier for me to fight you, y'know?"
Lillian shrugged at them, grinning as excitement boiled in her blood.
Not a shred of fear or even the thought of losing had crossed her mind. She had her "Lucky" necklace to thank for that with its helpful enchantments.
Lincoln, noticing the excited smile on Lillian's face that seemed to grow larger by the second, couldn't help but comment that it was a smile of his own.
