'This woman has no shame...' thought Will, his expression morphing into a deadpan as a giant, more than ten-meter-tall, thrice-as-long tiger formed from cerulean blue and milky white, cloud-like flames materialized behind Sefira. He was aware she had inherited one of Zoathaar's Guardian Spirits, a pseudo Spirit King-Grade Cerulean Storm Tiger, but he didn't expect her to manifest it in a friendly match...
"What's with that expression...?" asked Sefira, grinning provocatively as she reminded, "If you're frightened, you can always surrender. Don't tell me you believed you could walk away with the victory. If you did, I might have to teach you a lesson so you don't overestimate yourself during your future Trials..."
