As Andre walked up the corridor he couldn't help but see his brother following behind him in the shadows of the halls. It was quite pitiful too proud to ask for help but too ashamed of his own lack of something that he wouldn't come up to his younger brother. Ben was as he always was...a pitiful excuse for a jock who couldn't get his mind around the notion of ASKING FOR HELP. He always did things on his own when they were in question. Regardless of his brother however Andre could at least take solace in the fact that he was in his element. Synchro summoning was his 'major' here after all and his deck incorporated not one, not two, but three synchro monsters. All of them had their perks and synchros were devastating especially beasts like Trishula of the Ice Barrier. It was a shame the ice barriers themselves...lacked a certain power to them. From what he heard people loved ice barriers but couldn't stomach actually playing the bastards. As long as he didn't need to ride a god damn motor bike or whatever the hell turbo and action duelists did then he was happy with it. Andre saw two boys in the hall way and brush right past them without so much as an excuse me and went directly into the room and found the desk farthest in front so that he could take in as much as he could. It was probably basic shit but even basics need to be touched upon once in awhile. At least it wouldn't be as pissy as fusion. The CARDS SAID WHAT TO DO FOR GOD SAKES. At least with Synchros you had different possibilities, different outcomes, different and various methods to get them out. At least he didn't piss away like a little bitch and use the same recycled garbage everyone else did. Just spam those junk synchrons until you get out twenty monsters and half your deck. Where was the pride in that? Were people too afraid that Beelze couldn't handle their own so they had to thrown in T.G Librarian and all those other cards? Losers....