Jeice
Kassandra raised the waves around the arena again, obscuring the arena in darkness. A trick she used before. The scouter still showed where this woman was, but Jeice knew he needed more than that. He began to focus his ki, with the red aura letting off light and illuminating the area in a dull red glow. That, combined with the scouter, gave him a pretty good indication as to what the savage was doing.
A blast of water suddenly struck Jeice in the back, knocking him forwards. Out of the darkness, Kassandra launched herself at Jeice. The Ginyu Force member flew backwards, the water slowing his escape but still keeping him moving. In the dim light of his aura, Jeice quickly blocked and parried each attack in Kass' flurry.
It became immediately apparent that something was wrong. The strange aura that now covered Kassandra's trident quickly ate through Jeice's gloves, and he could feel it burning his skin. It was spreading up his arms, burning like acid! Jeice stopped blocking the attacks, instead trying his best to bob and weave around the attacks.
His arms, his leg... This wasn't looking good. A familiar energy formed around his foot. Jeice was being forced to improvise...
"Rgh... I... I WON'T LOSE TO YOU!!!" Jeice screamed. He suddenly grabbed the trident with both hands, and aimed a powerful kick at Kassandra's head. The energy around his foot was that of his energy blade, forming an incredibly sharp ki blade around his foot. It was an unusual, unorthodox move that Jeice had only tested, never used in battle, but Kassandra was an unusual, unorthodox opponent.
Weevil Underwood
Suddenly, Rinku was right behind him. No cards on the field. No cards in his hand. Weevil tried to go for his deck, but the yo-yos wrapped around him! Unlike last time, there was no paralysis!
"W-wait!" Weevil exclaimed.
"So, kid. I think I could survive a direct hit of that thing...can you say the same? Looks big enough to hit us both!" Rinku grinned.
Weevil looked up to his massive monster in panic. He struggled, trying to reach for a card, for something, anything!
"H-hold your fire!" Weevil screamed. But it was too late. The Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth unleashed its attack as Rinku gripped Weevil tighter. The massive tornado enveloped the pair of fighters....
WINNER...
RINKU!
Nótt
"Hm, where is... ah! There!"
Having taken some time to calm herself over that rather embarrassing conversation with Dagr (why did Ryuji have her do that? Of course it was part of the bet, but he wasn't even watching! What's the point of embarrassing someone if you're not around to see it?!), Nótt was ready for her next fight. It was against Taskmaster, one of the men she had met in the very beginning of her time here in the tournament. He appears had won his fight against Masaru. And there the masked man was, lurking in a shadowy corner.
Despite the mask, Nótt had an idea of what he was doing. Scoping out the competition, like she had been doing during her time relaxing with Skull.
"Hello there! Taskmaster!" Nótt said, walking towards the mercenary. She gave the man a smile. "Are you enjoying your time in this tournament so far?"
Bakura
The teen let out a satisfied sigh, leaning back in his seat at the Regular Burger. The teen had absolutely demolished 2 and half meals, eating so much food it surprised even him! But once he got started, Bakura realized just how hungry he was. And the best of all, the shopkeeper had told him it was free. Perks of being a competitor, Bakura supposed. Even if he had been eliminated.
His food finished, Bakura leaned forward and started watching some of the fights. Chai's fight was starting, up against an angelic-looking teen. Their fight even had their own theme music.
"Whoa..." Bakura said as the two started to go at it. It was like... an anime, or those fantasy battles in those ttrpgs he played.
His stomach full, and now he was out of the tournament. That meant... he should probably head home, shouldn't he? Bakura looked across the plaza to exit gate. Just walking through that, and he would be back in his own world. There, he could try to find the help of a doctor...
Why did the thought of that make a knot in stomach? It was like... there was something more to this. Something else. Was he really just crazy? Or sick? Bakura sighed, looking down at the table. Wait.
Bakura looked across the plaza again. There, not too far away and sitting by herself, was that strange creature that had fought alongside Kirin in the opening matches. Nephthys. The little blurb at the start of the tournament had called her a 'Gardevoir', and called her a Fairy and a Psychic. She definitely displayed quite a bit of psychic power during her battle with Weevil and Rex. If this really was all in his mind, perhaps she would be able to help.
Bakura approached the Pokemon. Now that he was closer, he could see how alien she looked. She looked like she was straight from a duel monsters card. He cleared his throat nervously.
"Uh, um... Excuse me? Ms. Nephthys?" Bakura asked. What was he doing? Could she even understand him? Would she even
want to help him?