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- - Lloyd, look out!
- -
The medical bots assured us Lloyd's condition is stable,
but he shows no signs he will wake up from this coma.
He has to wake up! We can't do this without him.
Whatever fears he had about being our Master in the games--
Oh, I thought Lloyd would be, uh... Sorry.
We came to do the official transfer of elemental powers.
Lloyd is technically the victor of that competition.
But I guess we can wait until he's... better.
Good news though, we expelled that pain-in-the-butt Zeatrix!
I can hear you.
And not just from this tournament, but from all future tournaments.
That's it? After what she did?
Come on, Roby, you can do better than that.
Or we can do worse.
Listen to me. I-- I was so caught up in winning,
in proving my worth, that I blanked out.
I just acted out of rage.
Rage?
Was that supposed to be an apology?
I don't know what your Caregiver-bot taught you,
but mine always said apologies should have the words
"I'm sorry" in them.
You know what should be done to you, Creep-atrix?
You should be... tied up in front of, like, a really delicious melon
that you'll never be able to reach.
No, no, you should be poked with a million sticks
while playing songs you hate on a loop, forever!
You don't know who you're messing with!
- - Stop!
There's no fighting outside the arena!
I keep telling you this!
- - Ah! Tell that to her!
Sorry, Zeatrix.
Lose your fight, lose your powers.
Them's the rules!
- -
Ah!
I'm sorry about that. If Lloyd wakes up--
When Lloyd wakes up.
When Lloyd wakes up, I'll transfer all the powers to him.
He earned them.
Wyldfyre, you saw Roby was still wearing those cufflinks
I told you about?
Yeah. They look so fire.
No! I-- I mean, sure, they are stylish, but that's not the point.
Those cufflinks have the same design that was on the wall from where
someone sent those attacker bots.
Roby can't be a suspect.
Did you see how he just saved me? Us.
Just because someone acts nice
doesn't mean they aren't capable of turning on you.
But this is Roby.
What about Zeatrix? Or Ras?
They're way badder!
They're still suspects, sure, but the more I think about it,
the more Roby could easily be behind the attack
on the Matriarch,
and the attacks on the other players.
I think you're the wrongest kind of wrong,
but if this means I get to prove the stang-zoot Roby's innocence,
then sign me up.
I can help too, Arin.
Thanks, but no, thanks.
I need Ninja I can trust.
Remember, Dr. Arin,
when trying to solve a mystery, trust no one.
Everyone is a suspect until proven innocent.
Including... your mother!
You got me.
You sure you don't want to go to the games plaza
- to see Sora fight? - Very sure.
Now's the only time we know Roby and Bleckt won't be around their office.
We don't have much time 'til the game is over, so we gotta hurry.
- - Well, we tried.
Guess you'll have to trust me that Roby's innocent.
Would an innocent man lock his office door?
Yeah. Normal people lock doors.
I was raised by dragons and even I know that.
Hmm...
Ugh!
Lloyd was trying to teach me Spinjitzu,
but I just don't know what's holding me back.
There's no chance I'm making it past the next level
of the tournament without him.
Yah!
And for our next match,
she'll wreck you with tech... you,
and now a bunch of other cool powers --
Sora!
Versus the Quake Snake ready to break--
The competition!
Frak!
Something's up with... What's her name?
Jordana. Yeah.
One minute she's asking me for help,
the next, she's pretending she doesn't know me.
Given how I ignored her when we were in school,
I wouldn't want to know me either.
Maybe her and Arin can become friends.
Friends that hate me.
- -
First game today is a spectacular,
multi-platform fight!
You know the rules, first to fall, first to lose!
Is everybody ready?
- -
Uh!
Use your balance. Whoa!
- - Aah!
What's someone like you doing fighting for Ras?
You Ninja got him all wrong!
Sure, he's strict, but he taught me lots. Hah!
Whoa!
Those masks will make you more powerful,
but they corrupt you, poison you.
Ras only cares about power, no matter what the cost.
Do it! Do not disappoint me!
- Hi-yah! - Ohh!
Ah!
Yah!
- - Ugh!
Aah!
Ugh.
Sora is the winner!
You outplayed me. Congratulations.
You were a worthy opponent.
- Congratulations, Sora! - You have more powers, Sora!
You have failed me!
It was a good fight. A fair fight.
I will not suffer disobedience!
I offered you certain victory, and you refused!
Ugh.
I never want you in my sight again.
What? Jordana? Oh, hey.
Huh? An Imperium math equation?
What does this mean?
Uh--
Hey, heh, I was just looking for you!
By your office! But of course you were at the games.
That makes way more sense.
Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that...
you're funny and cute and I like that!
And you're a snazzy dresser!
Those cufflinks are fantastic! Can I see them?
Sure! I think they're kinda basic, TBH,
but Dad used to wear them so Uncle Bleckt
thought I should wear them for my first Tournament.
- Aww. - Right?
Who'd have thought Bleckt'd be such a softie?
He gave them to me right before the first game,
like for good luck. As if I needed it.
So, Roby got those cufflinks right before the first game--
The morning after the bot attack.
Told ya he was too cool and good-looking
to have left the mark!
You have to trust the evidence, Arin.
Even if it goes against what you believe.
Even if your Dad is being a real sneak.
Yeah, you're--
Right! I'm right!
- Feels good! Yeah! -
We interrupting something?
Uh, just... feeling good.
Not because of you or anything.
But not not because of you!
You're great! We're fine! No big deal! Bye!
That's the wrong way.
Um... ...it was good to see you too,
Wyfy.
And the Elemental Master of Heat has zero chill.
Why aren't you at the games?
Even if you don't support your teammates,
have some respect for the tournament.
Yeah, good point, okay!
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