Cethin chuckled at the stone-man's statement, finding it amusing. "So, I have to 'prove my patience?' You make me sound as if I was but a spoiled child. I simply need the time so that I can begin work on such a spectacle," he stated. "Delaying it any longer wouldn't help anyone, would it? The longer we wait, the more this world decays. Now, how would I prove such a thing... Mister Zelgodis? Does it have anything to do with that sword of yours?"<br/><br/>The drawing of Zel's sword and the odd inflections in the gold man's voice prompted Sigrun to draw her weapon. The knight held the shield to her face, and held the halberd behind her with her right hand. She wasn't sure what the man was capable of, but she was driven to protect her allies in any way possible. She inched closer to Larea, since she was Cethin's intended target. She has a strange feeling whenever she was locked into combat; it felt like everything else shut down. She could only focus on the battle, instead of her usual self that focuses on everything but the main subject. It was like the time Zel handed her the bag, she doesn't remember a thing after the fact. Maybe it was a good thing, though. She was never sure how she would react in a situation, considering she over thinks things to the point of having no point. She awaited the man's first move, or Zel's, whichever one of them initiates the fight.