Dark Magician Girl watched them disappear into the tent.
"Oh Master…" she whispered, clutching her wand. Her head drooped to the floor and tears swelled up behind her eyes. "Curse you, Lord! Curse you… on the heart of the cards!"
She kicked at the ground, slamming her blue boot on the stone.
"Why do you make us fight like this? Why do you make him fight like this!" she looked up, as it seemed a decent location. "Is this some kind of punishment? Is it? What did we do wrong, Lord? No one's been more loyal to you than Master! He fights harder than all of us! And you're killing him! Stop it! Just… Just stop it!"
"Hey, DMG, usually I don't hear screams like that until after I lift up your little pink skirt."
Dark Magician Girl blinked, actually finding it hard to believe that Obnoxious Celtic Guardian had the nerve of interrupting the worst day of her life.
"Oooohhhhhh…. Shut up!" she screamed, and struck the knight across the face with her wand.
"Hey, it was just an observation, no need to get kinky on me." He laughed, waving his hands in front of his face.
"I am not getting kinky with you!" she shrieked back. "Don't you know that master's…"
"Bleeding all over the place in there?" Obnoxious Celtic Guardian pointed back to the Graveyard. "He's got to learn to take a punch. Now, if that'd been me out there, on the back of Catapult Turtle…"
Dark Magician Girl fumed, slamming her wand into his stomach as hard as she could.
"… yeah…" Obnoxious Celtic Guardian coughed. "Just like… that… except, to the other guy!"
"I'm leaving!"
She turned her back to him and started marching away.
"Hey! Where're you going?" the obnoxious elf whined. "I can take a punch!"
"I… I'm going to see the Lord!" she screamed, and disappeared into the distance.
Obnoxious Celtic Guardian stood there for a moment, completely perplexed.
"You know, DMG…" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "If you don't want to go out with me, you could just say you had to wash your hair again! I probably would have believed it!"
Dark Magician Girl didn't know exactly how she would get to the Lord. No one ever left the deck unless the Lord purposefully called him or her to the duel. But that wasn't about to stop her.
Obnoxious Celtic Guardian watched her until she disappeared from sight.
"What's up with her?" he whispered, eventually standing up, and walked towards the Graveyard. A visit with Dark Magician always cheered him up.
Meanwhile, Dark Magician Girl was lost in her own thoughts.
Dark Magician was dying. He might already be… dare she even think it… removed from play entirely. And she was so furious, that she was determined to find the Lord just so she could give him a piece of her mind!
"Do you hear me, Lord? I've got something I want to say!" she shouted, walking as far as she could possibly walk. "Are you listening to me! I want to tell youuuueeeeeEEEEEEEEE!"