Match 2: Setting The Slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro 1:50 a.m.
Camille – "No, not here; anywhere but here. Four… Four… FOUR!"

Loran – 'Why is he acting like that? Perhaps he has memories of this place he would rather forget. If so, why are we being forced to do battle here?'

Announcer – "I repeat; anything goes. You will fight or you will be eliminated from the tournament. All set? Ready… Fight!" Loran didn't know how he would be able to attack an opponent in such a condition. Over the comm. system he could hear crying. 'I'll make it quick,' Loran decided. 'A quick shot to the head would take the Zeta out and allow the pilot to mourn in peace.' Loran raised his Beam Rifle.
Camille was indeed crying. The memory of Four dying in his arms was the only image in his mind's eye. He was then seized by a sense of distress; it was as though he was being forced to think of her death. He could not think properly, her fading breath playing over and over. Something was wrong; he wasn't moving, he couldn't move! 'Get up Camille; get up now or all is lost!' He fought with all his being to come into control of his senses; he then decided to use the pain of Four's death as the motivation to do just that. He came in focus just in time to see a Beam Shot coming right at Zeta's head! That voice, that woman's voice; where had it come from?
Loran fired his Beam Rifle, the shot flew through the cold, snow filled night. Unexpectedly, the Zeta came to life, and fired its Beam Rifle in response. The two Beams came together and resulted in a massive explosion. Loran must have been knocked back a good 100 meters. Given his opponent's options, that was the best choice; still, that was an excellent shot on Zeta's part. This would not be like the "fight" against the ZZ.
Camille rebounded from the explosion by taking into the air; with the mobility of his Wave Rider mode, and these conditions, there was no way for the Turn-A to spot him coming. Something was working against him, something beyond this "Gundam Tournament." He had nearly lost it back there; he could barely fight the visions that had all but taken over him. It scared Camille to think of what would have happened if he had given in. But those were things to consider another time; right now he had to win this fight.
Loran spotted the Zeta Gundam flying around like some kind of a bird. Firing at it at this range in these conditions, however, would not be ideal. He had to alter the terms of this fight; otherwise, he would be prey to the Zeta. He had loaded several kinds of Missiles into his Chest Silos; those would be satisfactory to deal with the airborne Gundam.
Camille tried to look for the Turn-A, but because he could not use his Newtype intuition, he was as good as blind in this weather. An unexpected blast shook the night air; Camille guessed that his opponent had pinpointed him. No choice now, he had to land. There it was standing before him, that mustache seemed to mock Camille. Another Missile came his way, even though Camille managed to dodge it a massive explosion followed; the Zeta was once again tossed like a rag doll.
Loran knew that this would be his only chance; he pulled out his Beam Saber and rushed the Zeta Gundam with everything the Turn-A had. It was lying on the snow covered ground, the melted water turning into ice. The Beam Saber burning with his need to win this fight, Loran thrust it towards the still body of the Zeta.
Camille had no time to dodge, he instead counterthrust with his Shield; doing so prevented any serious damaged by shortening the distance the Beam Saber could penetrate his armor. This was no time to be sloppy; he pulled out his own Beam Saber in kind and went forward to meet his welcoming adversary.
The two locked together in the melee, there was no need for words. The blizzard increased and so did the heat of the battle, two individual Beam Sabers blazing with their rugged determination, flashing with cool fury.
Camille saw his chance, even though the Turn-A was a superior machine; it was still controlled by a pilot, a tired human pilot. He pretended to stumble, saw his opponents thrust, quickly activated his hover engines, curved to avoid the attack and severed the Turn-A's head.

Camille – "Something tells me that trouble is in the air, who will I fight next? And why does my head feel like it wants to explode when I use my Newtype perceptions? Oh no… Amuro."