[25 Minutes Earlier]
"Sure. Try not to be surprised if I beat you guys."
Lillian declared, adjusting her stance.
She pulled the pommel of her sword towards the side of her face, keeping the tip of her sword pointed at them as her vision still kept its narrowed form.
Lincoln blinked at her, grinning at her confidence.
"Very well. Let's introduce ourselves, shall we? The name's Lincoln, while my friend here is called Paul. He's a quiet one, so he won't be speaking much in our fight."
Lillian nodded, "I see. I'm Lillian."
"Well, nice to meet you, Miss—"
Before he could finish his sentence, he quickly tilted his head to the side—his ponytail flicking up as it tried to follow after him.
However, in the next moment, before his ponytail could even fall, something passed by his head, cutting a partial bit of his hair.
