'This is it. . .' With each step more weighty than the last, Rulao ascended the raised platform, silently admiring the tech that the school decided to bring out for the event. Even if it were just a handful of freshman nobodies, they were still the future of CYOGTCG. He was getting more and more pumped by the moment. The punk crested the holographic field, deck materializing to which he slammed down with a tremendous force on one side.
Those beady eyes of his squinted, his brows furrowed and his strong jaw cut the tension rippling through the air, all of Odelia's words glanced off the intense aura that twisted and whiled about him. "G3. . ." His words rumbled, traveling up from that firm stance of his and bellowing out across the gymnasium.
With a fist clenched beside, and eyes shut firm, he spoke, determination in his voice, "I struggled hard to get here, haven't lost a match since. I defeated monsters, an' cheatin' cowardly decks. I've overcome every obstacle in my path to face ya here. . ." He threw his hand forward, his tempered will across the stage, "To defeat the man I respect!"
Silence fell over the gymnasium.
Rulao's eyes affixed on his foe.
Gazing beyond those skeletal soldiers, toward. . .
His. . . Dainty, mega-drill haired foe. . .
After several moments more, all the hot air deflated from his bravado. "Uh. . . Who the hell are you?"
His voice trails off. The guy doesn't even manage to draw his starting hand.