Ben was stupefied to say the least he couldn't help but feel being called careless was a bit right and wrong at the same time. Sure his reckless plays had forced a nightmare wheel on his team but he couldn't just dawdle his fingers and let his opponents keep building up a field. He had to make a fight worth noting and he gave it his all. He doubted if it was a single duel either player would've been able to stop him singularly. Not to knock Angelo of course but he felt if he had not been put under the restraint of the tower of babel he'd have been able to win that duel in a better fashion. But at the end of the day he did lose the duel. He had no right to complain one way or another about the outcome as his big brother always told him, 'Winning isn't what's important all of the time. It's about what you take away from that win or loss that's important. The real losers are the people who didn't walk away with any real improvement.' So all that meant for Ben was that he had to nut up and shut up and learn how to play better. It was his fault that they didn't win if he had been better...if he had drawn Merlin faster...Ben only could think about the problem at hand before he got up and left the room quickly his intent on perhaps getting more cards for his deck or maybe seeing what others thought about his knights. No man is a mountain after all.

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Andre sat at his seat bewildered at first...Ben had lost? How? How in the name of the devil had his brother, the god damn golden boy of his family, lose!? What in god's green fuzzy earth had led to that event? According to Doctor Loud Mouth no one there was worth noting. He could only wonder if that girl Michelle was the reason Ben had lost...he'd figure that out on his own later. But what came next shocked him and confused him. HE WAS ONE OF THE TOP FOUR?! What in god's name lead the man to conclude that? Two Armageddon knights, and a field spell were his contributions to the team. His partner went all out and shot herself in the foot. That was NOT DUELING. Was he referring to his milling choices? Archfiend Queen being the first and the combination of his thought of plan to pull out a big play with Skull Archfiend the next turn? Maybe that was it but in the end his performance was BEYOND pitiful in truth. He was still in need of tutoring which was why he was here. Perhaps in the future he'd get stronger. He supposed he'd take solace in the fact that at least his only downside was something he couldn't possibly have had a word in for. After Maisy's destruction he couldn't possibly have done anything to help her even if he wanted to at that point in time. The nitpick was only for nitpicking sake. Well at least Andre had a good reason to stick to single duels. Andre reached out into his pocket and pulled out a card he had traded away for his chicken game. He looked at it and chuckled, [color=ed1c24]"I'm going to make good use of you. You can bet I will..."[/color] Andre chuckled quietly as he quickly pocketed his card back. He wondered who would be the first poor sod to have to fight his new ace.