[h3]Aiya the Tired[/h3]
The duel was over. She had won, but at what cost. The room was in shambles, the doctor was slumed against the door and the staff were  doing their best to try to force their way inside. "Hah..." Aiya would exhale heavily. The duel was won again but yet another person was comatosed by it. Hardly the time to properly celebrate a victory no matter how hard fought. Her bones were aching. Her body was sore, She wished she could afford a massage parlor. 

Going over to the slumped over body of the doctor, she would frisk him quickly, Pulling back the card he had taken, sliding it back amongst her deck. As she would stand upright. Looking back at Tsukiko, her calm and compassionate tone was now cold and steeled. Why? because internally she was panicking, But outwardly she would show a straight face. "I need to go Tsukiko." She'd say quickly to the girl as she'd walk over to them, Clutching their hands in hers for a moment as she'd bow her head at them. "Thank you for everything" She'd say. Taught by her grandpa to always pay her respects to those that help her. Of course she'd thank the girl before she did what she did next. As she didn't even wait for them to respond. Sliding open the window she'd look for a safe spot to land.

"See you around!" She'd say as she'd leap. If Tsukiko was watching she'd notice Aiya land on the fence, Wobble a little but then jump off it safely, as the staff would burst into the room... Leaving Tsukiko alone with the doctor and Aiya's phone would she had left on Tsukiko's bed-stand when she had been  talking to them.

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[h3]Enter Stage Right, and Flee Stage Left[/h3]

Unbeknownst to the two fellows whom had just had a rather spontanous and desperate duel of desparity between a grandmaster and a novice. There would of been an observer, up from above, a roof-top scoundrel who didn't quite play well with city law and social etiquette, and whom had seen quite enough of this poor display. 

[color=fff79a]"Detonate, my little fluffy friend. That boy deserves a proper even playing field."[/color] He'd say patting the duel spirit that was hovering near him, [i]Kuri~![/i] the Spirit would respond in kind as it would float down from above towards the unsuspecting duelists. Exploding into a massive cloud of smoke and obscuring the vision for all involved. A perfect time to exit the stage.

Leaping down from above, with a cry of [color=fff79a]"Whahoo~!"[/color] would be a man dressed in a ragged coat, and ripped trousers, performing athletic stunts that would be quite taxing for anyone to perform, as he'd stumble a little. [color=fff79a]"My friend, I don't think you should be removed from this court of fools just yet~!"[/color] In a fluid motion he had hoisted Kei onto his back,  Sliping Kei's Silent Swordsmen into the boys pocket, as he'd take off at a sprint, Moving with haste to a hideout to avoid the ever-growing ire of a champion robbed of a true victory. He had much  to discuss with this boy afterall. What young fool would be trying to stop spirits so unpreparedly!