At Elly's forfeit, the girl fed her cards back into her deck. There was a quiet [i]click[/i] as a small counter on the side of the girl's Duel Disk ticked up. With Partner's recent victory, that made 17 in all. Good progress.

Then this gaggle of weirdos showed up.

"[color=bc8dbf]MAN, you guys respond FAST, don'tcha?[/color]", the little girl said, slapping Elly's hand away as Elly tried to strangle a ten year old in the spirit of good sportsmanship. Leaping away from the rich foreigner, the child used one of the supports embedded in the wall as a springboard, standing nearly horizontal for a moment before leaping further upwards and catching hold of the pits edge. In seconds, she had hauled herself up the side and in front of the officials.

"[color=bc8dbf]Hey, HEY, do~n't you WORRY, though~... It's a~ll UP to CODE. If any~thing, YOU should be than~king ME, grand~ma! Pitfalls THIS nice don't just APPEAR over~night, you KNOW? Any~way...[/color]"

She paced around the group slowly, hunched over, thinking. Her hand hovered over a small switch on the back of her duel disk. Then, thinking better of it, she pulled her hand away and straightened up.

"[color=bc8dbf]...Well, Partner DID tell me to clean up any mes~ses I made, so I sup~pose I CAN'T turn you DOWN, ri~ght? So WHICH am I fight~ing? Mis~ter Helmet, maybe..?[/color]"