Ok... we're in the semifinals already. I will not intend to compete with @edward.maesen's factually accurate account of the match... but I'll want to expand on the story from another perspective.

My story starts in the past, just after the QF1 match had concluded:

The lights in the Arena turned off. A frantic fencing-match involving more tricks and weapons than any one person could ever think of alone had concluded.

Shelly still sat there, in the dark, deeply focused on scribbling nonsensical ingredient after ingredient in wonderful Heavy Metal Logo Style. It was hard to keep up barely seeing anything, but she was determined to get the complete secret recipe of...

Eloise was still here, too. She had, at her own will, turned herself into a spam-bot to deliver the infinite flood of sometimes seemingly meaningful but mostly just confusing messages that captured Shelly and which lead to her victory in this most glorious of fencing battles Niflheim had ever witnessed.

But you could say Eloise didn't fully think this through...

Her spam-bot-embodiment was solar-powered and had very limited battery backup. The arena was dark and silent. All you could here was the scratchy noise of Shelly taking hectic notes in impressive calligraphy.

BEEP BEEP!

A red led started flashing in the dark. Eloise's battery was about to die. The flood of messages abruptly ended mid sentence.

Shelly shook her head... she looked at her notebook... nothing made any sense after all! She smiled, grabbed Monica's Eloise's spiral stitched bullet bra and made an appointment with her tailor to get a new corset that would disguise her idiopathic scoliosis.

Maybe she still had a chance to emerge as the final victorious Vagabond, nobody would notice...