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Unfortunately the PURPLE FLAG has been torn to bits and no tie-breaker round can happen.
However, the screen proclaims that a tie-breaking event will happen on the day of the ceremonies,
and for trolls of the two high scoring teams to be in attendance.

You may now return to your regularly-scheduled cook off, and we look forward to trolls returning for tomorrow's games.

Zindel groaned as he heard the sound signaling the end of the game. He lay sprawled out on the ground, pain soaking is very being as he slowly sat up in pain. He had been near Keionx when it happened, so when Etsali jogged up and gave her praise, Zindel couldn't help but roll his eyes and pout. Stupid orangebloods and their dumb Kismesisitude. "Get a room, you two," He said in irritation, getting up and limping away, entire body feeling like a roadroller trampled it.

Stryke looked up in time to see Zindel snapping at two teenage girls who seemed to be having some kind of petty blackrom crush of some sort being displayed so willingly out in the open. Groaning in annoyance, the kid shook his head. Gross. He had to agree with the redblood and his snapping assertion. This was a public place crying out loud! Yuck.


Seeing him limping however was alarming. Pushing himself up off the ground of the yellow zone..glad he was walking away from the intimidating orangeblood he quickly caught up with him, grabbing them both a cup of water. "hey...are you okay? here um. i grabbed thisss for you." He asked timidly, offering the cup out to him sipping on his own, long hair out of it's pony tail and wildly tangled after the crazy fray of trolls and flag chasing.

He froze in place momentarily as another troll approached, not recognizing them. Instead of running off, he stayed close, his concerned gaze flickering away from Zin to the other with a look of consideration in his eyes.

"NO! Psygki it does matter!" Leeroi screeched, rolling over onto his back. "I wanted to be first, I wanted a trophy!" Leeroi cupped his hands over his face, dragging them down and pulling at his lower eyelids for an exaggerated face. "We probably didn't even place, Psygki! That's so embarrassing!" Leeroi whined, looking up at the moons. Dumb moons. Dumb sky. Dumb everything. He was so caught up in his hatred of everything, he didn't even notice the other approaching redblood.

"Whateverrr," Leeroi groaned. He did feel like punching things. But he was also quite tired. He continued to stare at the sky, trying to think of a compromise. "Can we get a snack first?" He asked, turning his head to her. Maybe he'd even treat her, for being a good sidekick.

Psykgi listened sympathetically to his tirade. He would have felt better if he'd been in a fight, of course, but Psykgi was not willing to get slammed onto the sand, even for him.

"Sure!" she said, "Always up for a snack!"

"Well, what did you expect? We're at the top for a reason" He said with a laugh. Ignoring the fact that he barely did anything at all besides bounce off of the bigger trolls. He accepted her hand with a cheerful smile. He had nothing against shaking hands with an opponent who performed well. This also gave him a chance to look the competition over."Anyway good game all th' same" Well that was really all he had to say, a polite symbol of good sportsmanship. Other than that and thinking she got by on pure luck, what else could he want? "It was quite a spectacle though wasn't it? Well good luck in the final match." he waved as he turned and left.

Being the worry wart the kid was, he really didn't mind hanging around with a stranger. He was fair about who did and didn't win, even if their team hadn't brought home any sort of trophies for this particular game it wasn't the end of Alternia, not to him anyway. "no problem! i figured i could grab a second cup."" Stryke replied even finding it in him to smile, looking less like he was nervous, giving the other a shrug. He knew he wasn't fine, even if he was lying to save face it was obvious he'd been hurt. "it was pretty crazy out there, it was hard to keep up with everything.." His voice fell silent, his eyes went wide as fear replaced his calm demeanor. Whatever patience's the kid had ran thin, as his anxiety spiked through the roof.

Stryke froze in place...staring at the orangeblood who had followed after Zindel to try and appeal to him. The yellowblood should have known better..they were booth owners together after all..and seemed like really good friends. Even if they were having an argument.

His heart thudded irregular as he felt himself wanting to run. She had tore him a new one that evening at their booth, and he was worried she would again. He took a hesitant step backwards looking the part of a terrified kid. Stryke just wanted to check on his friend...of sorts. But he was worried she was going to rip him a new one verbally. Again. He didn't have it in him to be attacked if even by chance, he was feeling weird after last nights fishing episode and didn't have the confidence to stand up to some one. "I.I.." The yellowblood kid knew she was leaving but the look on his face said it all. He was scared of her, she'd outwitted him verbally, which some how was worse to him than if she'd physically harmed him. He didn't like being made out to be a stupid wiggler.

If his glassy his eyes said anything, he was struggling to keep it together and not look stupid in front of the redbloods.

Biting his lip he counted to three closing his eyes trying to pull himself together before he ran screaming from the field. Thankfully, SkinkDad was beside his kid, while not touching him the lizard settled by the yellowblood's side which seemed to make his shoulder visibly relax as he looked away shyly. "sssorry..what were you sssaying?" he muttered quietly for his outburst.