After the match ended Cassie immediately stood up and started booing.

"Booo! You call that an Action Duel? My grandmother's knittin' club is more excitin' then that bit of drivel I just saw!! Boooo!"

"YOU GUYS SUCK!"

Her hat glinted in the sunlight, like a beacon of pure white justice sent down from the heavens to judge the absolute ludicrous display that had just took place before her. Her brown ponytail, a magnificent brown that would make any thousand year old tree feel intimidated, fluttered a bit in the light wind that blew through the arena as did the two bangs that framed her face, twisted and stretched in anger, yet not too much to alter her beautiful features such as her alabaster skin and soft cheeks. Her eyes were two hunks of amber, looking as if they were mined fresh from the Baltic Sea and inserted into the empty eye sockets of a very angry china doll. A fire could be seen in each pupil. Not a literal fire of course, but the combination of her cross eyebrows, angry features and something to do with the lighting in the arena gave her eyes a fiery quality that reflected the rage, frustration, disappointment, anger, and vitriol that now had consumed her soul after seeing such a terrible display of FIGHTING SPIRIT. Her body was tense and calm at the same time somehow. She stood steadfast like a statue while at the same time looked like she was gonna jump in and start tearing peoples heads off. This was Cassie; focused and controlled, yet explosive and unpredictable. Like a volcano, if a volcano stood at 5'6'', weighed approx. 120 lbs, wore a NY cap, played a bunch of different sports, had an obvious attitude problem, and was made of squishy human stuff. Yes, just like  volcano this girl was, and the terrible match she had just witnessed was the needle that broke the camels back then pierced through about a mile of dirt and rock before hitting a magma chamber, causing all of the built up pressure to be released thus resulting in a volcanic eruption. She was both light and dark, but not Chaos because that would just be silly. A lone warrior who traveled here to this very spot in particular on her four wheeled, self-propelled rolling device colloquially known as a "skateboard", who had braved the near-unending torture that was orientation, concurred the nigh-insolvable application sheet with only two spelling errors, wielded her mighty stack of exactly forty pieces of paper that everybody took seriously, valiantly ran way from the ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal-oh wait that one didn't actually happen, and had finally had arrived at this very spot at this specific time next to the weird ninja dude and some other whiny upstarts.

All to watch some idiot get OTK'd on turn 3.

"BOOOOOO YOU SUCK! LET A REAL DUELIST SHOW YOU HOW IT'S DONE!"

She had such a way with words.