That-- What happened back there, it was defeat! [ She's not walking, she's stomping. Angrily.

She crosses her arms, to prevent herself from grabbing a knife and mutilating a nearby object. ]

It was humiliating defeat, and we do not deserve passing verdict. It was supposed to be a test of skill. We could not even work together to bring you down! There was no finesse in that battle, no- no strategy, no teamwork, no skill, nothing!

[ She's stopped walking, now. She's gritting her teeth, nails digging into her arms trying to stop herself from shaking with anger. But it clearly shows, her frustration, her humiliation, her broken pride. Her voice starts breaking. ]

I have worked so hard for years to get here, not to have it end like that.