Press looked at Gale, who had just come in unexpectedly, then nodded to Brent, saying, "Sure." 
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Michelle ran, heading toward the Action Dueling pavilions. "The nerve of that guy!" Michelle muttered angrily. "Can you believe him, Freya?"

"[i]You were going to draw me next turn too[/i]," Freya said, equally angry. "[i]but noooo, he just HAD to give up without a fight[/i]."

Then Michelle slipped and fell, landing on her face, her glasses slipping off her face. "Ow... that hurt," Michelle said in a pained tone as she slowly got up and began fumbling around for her glasses. 

"[i]No wonder why people say not to run in hallways[/i]," Freya said, half-joking and half-concerned. 

"Shut up, Freya, you're not helping," Michelle said, finally finding her glasses and rubbing the lenses on her shirt to remove any dust, then placing them back where they belonged. "Alright, let's go," Michelle said, continuing on.

Michelle soon found the Action Dueling pavilions and looked around, quickly finding Gale, who was with who appeared to be... Press? Michelle didn't know why he was here, except maybe to Duel, of course. Michelle also saw Brent heading off toward her, and Michelle waved to him. She didn't know what Gale had said to Brent, but she could easily guess, and it seemed Brent was off to find Korbin. Michelle knew that if someone made her sister cry, she'd go after that person too.