Grace covered her mouth while stifling laughter and Tibuat looked on in awe.

("No way. I hurt my hand trying to break it, are telling me it's that easy?")

Tina slowly crumpled to the floor and it seemed she had all her energy sucked out of her.

("Why did you use that one instead of fireball, Elizabeth? I could have at least gone out looking cool.")

She was now bent over on the ground punching the dirt.

Honestly, Tibaut thought he'd have done the same if that had happened to him.

Realizing she was in the presence of other people she quickly got back up and formed back her initial stance.

In front of her hands, it seemed the outline of another one was being formed. She had tears in her eyes and her lips were trembling.

"Come on, that one didn't count, this time let's really put our all behind it." She said while trying to make it sound like a different outcome was going to happen.

Elizabeth pushed her hands down.

"Tina."

What hurt her the most, was the fact that Elizabeth didn't have any anger in her voice due to her being stubborn. Her face showed only pity. She felt like a jester who had been told their joke bombed and on the follow-up attempt, the king came down from his throne, put his hand on their shoulder, looked them deep in the eyes, shook his head and said "no more."

She threw a punch towards Elizabeth with a blushed face.

"You had me do this so you wouldn't look bad, didn't you!?"

Elizabeth swiftly dodged without a hint of concern on her face.

"Why ever would I do that, didn't you hear from Ezekiel what happened to me?"

"Oh, horseshit, you can use healing magic, so you sure as hell can use this magic as well."

Tina called out her spear from a nearby bush, (why did she hide it there?) and began an assault on Elizabeth to regain her dignity.

Grace was on the floor, without a single care for her uniform, laughing at Tina. She was kicking her feet and held her hand over her face as she tried to contain herself.

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Seeing as Tina and Elizabeth were busy, Tibaut turned to Grace to have his question answered.

"Why'd it break so easily?"

After laughing for a few more seconds and eventually regaining her composure, she got up and dusted herself off.

"Ahem, well I'm not sure about the details but defensive magic like that in the hands of most people is pretty weak to magic. I'd heard about it once or twice but to see how weak it is person," she bent over and had her hand over her mouth trying to stifle her laughter. "Anyway, that's the way it is, unless you're a genius or something."

"Defense magic that is normally weak to magic….."

At that moment Tibaut understood why he had never seen Tina use it. Based on how time it took, at the close range she probably wouldn't have the time to make it and further ranges, he'd probably be using magic and based on its performance a piece of tree bark would do a better job at protection.

"That's not all," Elizabeth added.

Tibaut looked over and saw Tina with dirt all over her while Elizabeth was spotless. Tina begrudgingly stood next to her like a child being forced next to someone they didn't like.

"Make it again, please."

"I hate you." Tina bluntly stated.

He held out both hands and produced the small barrier yet again. For this demonstration, Elizabeth grabbed each hand and then without warning pulled them away from each other.

Within no less than 3 seconds the barrier vanished.

"What the hell Liz, at least let me prepare myself."

"Would an enemy let you prepare for that if you were in battle?"

Tina pouted before looking away.

"Wha- why did it go away?" Tibaut asked.

He turned to Grace but she looked just as clueless as him.

"It was due to how she visualized it," Elizabeth stated, answering his question.

They both tilted their heads at this answer and Elizabeth expounded.

"Imagine regular magic as using firewood to fuel a fire to forge a tough and strong metal. With the firewood being mana of course. You use the metal for whatever you choose as its purpose. Regular defensive magic isn't like that. With it, imagine using the firewood as is. For the sake of my explanation imagine it is very brittle and has little strength compared to the metal. Now imagine trying to use it instead of the metal for your purposes. This causes it to be more fickle than regular magic."

"Oh, that's because it's an uninherited magic, isn't it?" Grace added.

Tibaut looked at her.

"What's that?"

"For the time being you don't have to worry about it l but just know those magics are trickier to use than the one or ones you were born naturally inclined to."

"Okay I heard that, but why'd her barrier disappear?" Tibaut asked, still unsure.

Elizabeth turned to Tina.

"No need to keep silent, tell them why it happened, after all, I can't read your mind."

Tina glared at her before relenting.

"(You moved my hands away so you already know why, you bitch!) This magic is a bit tricky, so whenever I'm making something physical like that shield I try to use something as a reference or else I might make it at the wrong spot. My reference was both of my hands so as soon as she moved them, it messed with me and I couldn't keep it up."

"Why didn't you keep it on one of your hands as it moved then?" Tibaut asked.

"Huh?" Tina looked at him like he just asked her to strip nude. "Moving? Who the hell said I could move it?"

("Wow,") Tibaut thought. ("This stuff sounds worthless.")