(I was actually planning on her to win as well. Naolin probably made a big mistake ripping off part of her armor conceding that it's a sentient being that binds with its user! Nice match as well! Naolin has really unique powers!)
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"And there go the chances of getting Anticthon back in working order..." Zephyr slumped back in his chair dejectedly, remembering what the group all agreed on they'd wish for if any of them won the tournament. That hope now dashed with both Flare and Fubuki eliminated.
Fubuki, meanwhile, came to on the field again and clutched her chest. Even though she claimed to have said that she'd wish for Anticthon to be rested to before the war, but she actually was going to wish for something far more personal... That her little brother, the only family she had left, could be healed from the illness he had. To her, that was even more important than having her emotions and empathy restored to full functioning order before the experiments. She wanted to feel a deep sadness for her failure, but nothing came, not even a single tear. She slammed her now unmated, but still bloodied fist into the ground and tried to sob, but nothing came. Just cold, unfeeling, emptiness. Just like the ice she commanded as a Dragoon. "I failed, you Takeru... Yukihime, Takeshi, Houjin... I failed you all..." She whispered to herself.
@dragonsparking (Thanks!)
Meanwhile, Gufuu sat in the stands, un impressed by the outcome. "Meh, can't even harvest any good negativity from her..." Gufuu said uncaringly as he noticed a distinct lack of the purple smoke he could see coming off of her.
@Chita
Flare looked at the screen, his mouth agape at what he just saw. For the first time in his life... He actually felt sorry for the tragedy that was... Fubuki Grey....