Both Gerald and Grant noticed Tyrion's fast speed and they couldn't help but feel anxious.
Gerald was very decisive. He ignored going for the eighth statue and followed behind Tyrion as he headed also for the ultimate treasure.
Grant's eyes flashed as he hesitated. As some one from Death Gate Academy. They would even kill their friends for a low grade relic, showing how much valued treasures.
The treasures at the mouth of the remaining 16 statues were very enticing but not as enticing as that from the twenty-first.
He had judged Tyrion before and knew he was well aware of his title as the Prime of the first year. Information about Tyrion had reached him and he had determined Tyrion's ability as being weak, just an ordinary genetic soldier that hadn't even reached the peak of activating all of his cells.
A genetic soldier, regardless of how talented they are could never beat a Super soldier. It was an iron clad rule that had been for decades.