[color=6ecff6][b]Clarence Belle[/b][/color]

"What a match!" the announcer called out to the crowd before declaring "Clarence Belle is the winner and is one step towards moving on to the next part of the tournament."

She pumped one hand up, pointing towards the heavens. [color=6ecff6]"Thank you all for witnessing my first victory, and my first step towards winning this tournament!"[/color]

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Clarence pulled the mask off as the liquid levels in the cockpit lowered. She collapsed on the floor as the adrenaline rushing through her veins finally started wearing off. That was much more intense than she could have ever imagined. No amount of training and mock fighting could have ever prepared her for that feeling she got during an actual battle. All in all, it was a pretty good first battle, with her being able to show off the mech's capabilities, AND winning the round to boot. Just winning alone was enough to garner some attention to them.

[color=f7976a]"Clarence, are you ready to exit?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Ah, yes. Sorry, everything just kinda caught up to me."[/color] With a click, the cockpit doors opened, with a cable with a loop on the end extending from the top. Hooking her leg into the loop, the cable extended downwards, descending slowly with her on it. By now almost all traces of the liquid had already evaporated from her person, leaving only a few damp spots on her suit. Almost immediately, the bespectacled woman clad in a white overcoat grabbed the ribbon she wore, pulling out a small chip before throwing it to her assistant.

[color=f7976a]"Scan and analyse that data."[/color] The woman started, barking orders at the maintenance crew around them. [color=f7976a]"Run diagnosis on system, yes, we need that arm in working order. The gun? Get the revolver type."[/color]

It was as if Clarence didn't actually exist. Not that the woman was actually trying to ignore her or anything, its was just that Sigfrid gets very focused when it came to machines, especially when her creations were damaged. While reserved, that woman can be amiable when socializing. Scratching her head before giving a shrug, she headed for one of the rest areas. Clarence didn't bother and could not be bothered to change from her pilot suit to something more normal; right now, all she wanted was a cold drink and a comfy seat.