Marina folded her arms and braced herself for Berserker Soul's impact. Her legs quivered as her Duel Coat's feedback system sent a feeling like hot needles up and down her torso. A sure sign that the duelist in question had been brought below zero life points. She spat into the grass, then looked sideways at Fuubi.

[color=f49ac2]"I suppose truly savoring a match with royalty was too much for a child such as you to handle, yes?"[/color]

Marina gave Fuubi a look of pity as she placed her grubby, well-used cards back into the deck, her Duel Coat closing up as it shut down. This poor child had clearly never known what true victory felt like. Both he and his deck were rough, unpolished... But there was potential, perhaps.

[color=f49ac2]"Do not worry; as a future ruler, the great Marina Viktoriya Kohut will accomodate you. Hear me, foolish one! When next we meet, I and my favored subjects shall crush you utterly and without hesitation. Then, and only then, I shall teach you true showmanship. You are understanding?"[/color]

Without waiting for an answer, Marina began to strut off towards the next unsuspecting student- then stopped, for a thought had occured to her.

[color=f49ac2]"A word of advice, young one! If this is all your deck can do, you will not survive for long, [i]da[/i]? Polish yourself, and perhaps you become a great man."[/color]

With that, Marina left.

[@Doc Doctor]