Panel 1:
[A devastated and tearful Ben kneels on the grass in the middle of the battlefield over TNMN-003, his toaster-like robot who now lies lifeless and in pieces. Two mecha medics (egg-like robots on wheels wearing little nurse hats) help load the defeated robot onto a gurney.]
Ben: It should've been me...
Mecha Medics: WEE WOO

Panel 2:
[As the mecha medics cart TNMN-003 away, Rachita appears in the foreground, casting a shadow over Ben. He looks up in surprise and annoyance.]
Mecha Medics: WEE WOO
Rachita: That could be arranged if you like. Away from witnesses, of course.

Panel 3:
[A view of Rachita from Ben's perspective on the ground. Framed by sunlight and obscured by shadow, she smirks down at Ben, extending a hand to him and pulling her goggles to the top of her head. Her spider-like robot Spinnerette hangs off of her arm and glares at Ben.]
Rachita: Playful banter aside... good game.

Panel 4:
[Ben begrudgingly takes Rachita's hand as she helps him to his feet. Rachita continues to smirk at him as Spinnerette climbs onto her shoulder.]
Ben: ...You too. Didn't *feel* very playful, though.
Rachita: Oh, I meant your *delightful* suggestion that *Spinnerette* could slice *you* open, too. No, I meant what I said during the match.

Panel 5:
[Ben looks at Rachita with aggravated disbelief. In the foreground, Rachita glances back at him with bored disdain.]
Rachita: Oh *Benny*, don't give me that look. It's nothing *personal*, really.

Panel 6:
[A wide panel showing the Robo Rumpus arena. Rachita walks away from Ben and towards her awaiting fans in the crowd, waving him away dismissively. Ben stands dejected in the middle of the battlefield, kicking at a gear with his face obscured by shadow. In the background the MC looks on sympathetically, while Ben's last competitor Rusty Watts smirks.]
Rachita: I plan to be one of the greatest robotic engineers the world has ever seen. I need peers who can challenge me at *my* level, not frightened little boys playing with toys. Now, be a good boy and run along, Little Benny. Leave the big leagues to the people who actually *want* it.

Alt Text:
*metaphorically teleports behind Ben with a katana*