On the word go, or whatever the professor had said, Sierra suddenly felt this need to start running around like a gnome gone dizzy. She refrained, though. She suddenly had this extreme drive in her to WIN, though. She thrived off competition, and yes, this was definitely a competition. She hurried throughout the garden, scoping out nearby gnomes and trying to figure out which ones were most easily captured. She passed by a few gold ones and even a blue one, until finally, she saw a green one.

Sierra hurried over to it, coming up from behind. Once, she thought the gnome had caught on to her and might start running off, but it didn't. Psh. She had this. There was no way the little guy could outrun her now. She jumped a little ways forward and ending up with the gnome directly in between both her shoes. She reached down, her hand aiming to clamp down on top of the creature's head.