He vanished, leaving Aya lying on the floor where she'd been since Royal Guard had attacked her. She had a nice little moment to think, down there amongst the table legs. Mostly she just pouted. She kept replaying the last turn in her head, trying to figure out what she could have done with her hand, meager as it had been. Could she have used a different Kaiju, she thought. Something that could have stopped that play in it's tracks? Mmm, no. Not without some brainbending use of twin twister on her own cards or some magic like that. She idly scooped her deck from off the ground, shuffling them all back into her hands into one big pile of face-ups and face downs.
Lets try again. She drew 5 cards, experimentally. No kaijus in her hand, but it was easy to see what to play. Terraforming into Kyoutow, Other terraforming to add a counter, Trade-in her Barbaros, which would give her... A Sacred Sword of Seven stars and a level seven machine. Rinse and repeat, and add a kaiju into her hand with Kyoutow. Summon Metaion the timelord, and use it's effect to float past Interrupted Kaiju Slumber, give her opponent Doggie while she got a Big Dragon thingie. Summon Exodius. Summon Malefic Cyber end dragon. Xyz Jizu and Metaion into Dora Summon the Turtle in her hand. Xyz Malefic Cyber end dragon into Tarantula into Pain gainer into Seven Sins. Now she had a three strong, powerful monsters, with the ability to negate almost every effect in the game. She could have won. And she could have won with some of the spookiest and rarest cards anyone knew about all stacked on top of each other like an occult battery; Exodia, Malefic, and Three Numbers all in a row. It would have been sweet. Textbook. So why didn't it ever go off the way it should?
Aya spent a good long while in that classroom, admiring her cards. Until the cold of the floor began to seep into her back and give her an ache, which took her mind off spiders and dragons. She got up off the floor, stretching a little as she did. Mister sun cultist was nowhere in sight. She probably would never admit it to anyone, but being told that she wasn't the sun-goddess he was looking for... That hurt. Like being told you weren't the dalai llama, only more of that. She didn't fancy spending the rest of her life as a four legged furry animal in india somewhere. Llama don't even get to play card games.
She shut the door behind her, and milled around lost in thought for a long time.