Chapter 2: Declaration of the Final Turn
Approximately 15 minutes later…..
"Oh, the dramatics, really, just saying 'meet me at cardfighter haven' would've been enough." Sarah, upon sitting on a table, snapped at a rather short, blond-haired boy.
"My fair lady, I live on dramatics." Thomas replied, taking a bow and smashing his nose on a deck of cards.
"Spare me" she replied, but not in the same snappish tone as before. "Well, are you ready to lose? If you do, this is the 12th time," Thomas spoke, with a grin.
"Just so that you know, this time, I altered my deck to the point that it's unbeatable." She spoke up, grinning back.
"Like your previous deck? You lost 3 to 6 damages." He spoke back, still grinning.
"Let's just start, okay?" Sarah spoke up, remembering the unfortunate cardfight.
The duo flipped the cards on the table, simultaneously, and shouted "Stand up, Vanguard!"
Multiple turns later
"Damage trigger check….." Sarah replied softly, flipping the top card of her deck, only to find that it wasn't a heal trigger.
"Told you you would lose," Thomas replied, laughing.
"Fine, whatever, just don't gloat." Sarah snapped, getting up and heading to the rack of cards, when a voice made her freeze.
"Final turn!"