<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Tessa stood there, fists clenched, trying to interject but continually cut off by the lizard’s ranting.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d"> “I…She...But…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999"> she stopped trying, visibly quaking with rage. How dare he talk to her like she was a child, a student. He had no right. The other judges had quickly turned against her, the crowd too. Her reputation, wich was her everything, quickly falling down around her. She gritted her teeth tightly, anything more she said would only serve to ostracise her further. Deciding it was best to salvage what she had left, and spin damage control where she could, Tessa took a deep breath, and walked off the field. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla blinked up at Sinex, in shock. She was barely able to understand what he was saying, her head spinning still, but knew he’d just torn the bitch to shreds. And yet… what he’d said… </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“does… Does that mean I passed?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said weakly.</span>