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[SageAcrin]

Yuri>>>Freya*

Zeal>Takaya*
Beowulf>>>Lavitz*
Alicia>Rapp

Lin>Mitsuru*
Jet>Zynk*

Starky>Malak*
Mel>May

[superaielman]

Yuri>Freya, Starky>Malak

[VySaika]

Jet > Zynk

Beo > Lavitz

[Taishyr]

Lin > Mitsuru, Zeal > Takaya

[SageAcrin]

Chris>Diekbeck:

In a silent, spellbound arena, no one can hear the horrific grating noise that cutting through solid metal produces.

Diekbeck wasn't about to let this happen to <i>him</i>.

---

"...so...he rigged up a microphone to transmit the horrible sound via metal conduction rather than through the enchanted air?" Shante said, confused.

"WHAT? I CAN"T HEAR YOU OVER THIS DAMNED NOISE!" Elc yelled, as the horrible piercing shriek cut through the arena.

"Never mind." Shante shrugged.

"WHAT!?"

And so, Diekbeck lost.

But hey, at least everyone got to hear his defeat. Which was, to him, only fitting.

It's not like Diekbeck makes much sense in general.

Keith>Moltres.

Such a boring match.

Keith instantly kills flying bird.

Flying bird promptly falls on him, breaking Keith's collar bone and spine.

Nothing healers can't fix, of course.

Though the fact that Keith burst into flames right after adds insult to injury. Also more injury.

Then there's the fact that Moltres had spent ages burning Keith slowly to death in a fire tornado right before that.

And then there's the fact that Moltres' beak ended up in Keith's eye, pierced through to his brain, and, until the healers managed to work it out, caused him to lose all abilities in mathmatics.

But otherwise, pretty boring.

Sometimes, everyone wins.

Except the losers in the ring of course.

Fred>Graham Cray:

Graham Cray was confident.

Graham Cray was, indeed, angered by this travesty.

Graham Cray was fighting a lowly Middle? A man who couldn't possibly hold a candle to his might? A generic knight without even a stationary kingdom? Preposterous.

Graham Cray was shown a diagram showing how Melbu Frahma, a final boss, could potentially lose to Malak Galthana.

Graham Cray promptly forfeited.

No point in risking <i>that</i> kind of humiliation.

[VySaika]

Jet > Zynk

For all that he still outwardly looked as emo as he'd ever been, Jet was actually feeling pretty good lately. A championship, even in Light, and the subsequent upgrade out of that lame division is a great way to boost the mood, even for those who make a career out of being surly. And now that he had a match in...yeah, he'll admit it, the division he belonged in, Jet wasn't about to let anything spoil his high. Like, say, loosing. Or the nagging of well meaning friends.

"Jet...um, I'm all for practice making perfect, but you've been at the range here for six hours today. On top of the six yesterday. And the day before that. Come on, you've got to take a break."

Jet shook his head as he fired off another round into the latest target that Worker 8 had set up for him, "Not a chance, Opera. I'm not losing my first match back. I'm not going back to that pool. No way in HELL am I going back to Light."

Opera laughed, "Come on, Jet, it's just Zynk. He's about as threatening to you as a spare tire. You've got this."

Flipping the saftey on his ARM for a second, Jet stopped his training long enough to turn and fix Opera with a flat stare, "You really just said that? Hey, I wonder how many of those jokers I gunned down last season thought 'hey, it's just Jet. I've got his number, no need to get worked up about it'? If even one did, then that was a free win for me. Look, sure Zynk is some rusty old robot who hasn't been in since season 3 and nobody really cares about at all, but that means he's got as much on the line as I do. He doesn't want to go to Light, and he needs to go on a run to get some respect. He's gonna come at me with everything he's got, and I'm just making sure I do the same."

Listening to her partner's little speech, Opera actually smiled, "You've gotten really serious, haven't you? Alright, do what you need to do, but don't push yourself so much that you aren't a hundred percent for the match, alright? You're not that great at knowing your own limits, y'know."

Scowling, Jet pointed over to Worker, "Yeah, yeah, don't worry. The bucket of bolts over there will stop me if I do too much."

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<i>Meanwhile, in the Shining Force locker room...</i>

Bowie frowned at the robot who was doing nothing more then sitting around watching kung-fu flicks, "Uh, Zynk? Don't you have a match tomorrow? Shouldn't you be out, I dunno, shaking off the rust? Get back into the groove of things, practice a little?"

Zynk didn't even pause the movie, just laughed, "For who, Jet? The double downgrader? I'll walk all over him. I'm just glad my return to action starts with such an easy win, really. I'll start practicing next week, when I get a real opponent."

Bowie didn't quite believe what he was hearing, but couldn't do much except sigh and shrug, "Well, good luck with that. Hope it won't be another forty-five seasons before you get in again..."

"Huh, you say something Bowie?"

"I said good luck...you're gonna need it..."

[VySaika]

Beo > Lavitz

Remember when Zelda and some other folks had gotten stuck in the DL world for a little while? Well, seems like some small bits of weirdness from their homeworlds came along with them. And didn't leave when they did...

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!" Tidus bailed out of his seat at the judges table with speeds that only he could manage, vaulting the wall into the stands and tearing his way through them, heedless of who he had to step on or elbow aside in his haste to escape. Not the kind of behavior one expects from a hero, but a few moments later it suddenly made sense to the confused people who didn't heed his warning.

And a few moments after that, those very same people were ripped apart by angry chickens of ultimate doom.

The carnage was something that would make the likes of Luca Blight either ill or jealous. Beowulf was torn into literal shreds, his remains coating most of the arena floor. The stands were filled with the dead, those who either ran too late or were simply too stunned to run at all.

All the while, the lead chicken circled lazily in the sky above the arena, somehow sporting some stylish green armor and carrying a spear in it's claws.

Needless to say, once this mess was cleaned up, Beowulf was awarded the win due to the fact that he had it in the bag anyway before those chickens came along, as well as simple interference rules.

One thing's for sure though. After this, it'll be awhile before anyone accuses someone else, especially Lavitz, of "chickening out".

[Taishyr]

Zeal > Takaya

The fighters were squared off. Takaya was leaning back, pistol out; the Queen of Zeal was prepared, her form optimized for this fight.

Kid raised the starting flag. "Alright, you two.... Ready...? Then-"

A gun shot smashed through the arena, piercing Takaya's chest and felling him instantly. Kid stared dumbstruck for a second, before quickly looking up - but whoever the assassin was had already fled the scene.

---

Due to not being able to fight in the match, plus Zeal vehemently denying any role in the attack ("I wanted to crush him like a bug -myself!-"), Takaya was disqualified.

---

Lin reloaded her gun and smiled grimly to herself. "Girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And there's some irony in killing the hitmen, too. Now, to collect from Mitsuru...

[Taishyr]

Lin > Mitsuru

"Listen. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Takaya will be facing off against the Queen of Zeal in the arena. My request for you is that you eliminate him. I don't care what it takes."

Lin stared at the stony face of Mitsuru. "First. What's in it for me? Second. Why? I won't just kill anyone."

Mitsuru nodded. "Both are fair questions. To answer the first, you'll receive payment from the Kirijo Group. You have no doubt heard of Nate Nanjo, correct?" After Lin's mute nod, "My company is a splitoff of his about forty years previous, emphasizing the sciences whereas Nanjo Corp. focuses on trade. I will pay you not only for this mission but give you a continuing payroll as a member of the company. And I promise you this, this will likely be the bloodiest it gets. I am simply... desperate, you could say. Furthermore, though this was likely anyway, I will concede the match to you."

"You haven't answered the second question." Lin noted.

"...Takaya is an assassin." Mitsuru replied quietly. "The number of atrocities he and his friend have committed are beyond numeration. In my particular case, it is revenge for my comrades that have fallen before me." A pause at this, before Mitsuru held up her hand to forestall a comment from Lin. "I am well aware of the talents the healers here have. I do not expect him to stay dead; I simply wish to make sure he loses this match, and knows that our eyes are still on him. Though it slights my honor to concede so... this is a debt to the fallen that I must repay."

"...I understand." Lin nodded. "Alright, I accept your terms. Also... you are aware that they do have resurrection facilities here for those that died early, right? Just more expensive, but a girl of your pedigree should be able to cover it."

Mitsuru let a soft smile grace her lips. "I do. Thank you for telling me, however." After standing, "The payment will be readied as soon as you return. Oh, and... do not worry about any legal retribution. I will handle all such issues."

[Taishyr]

Mel > May

May ran out of the arena crying.

Branky has been arrested on five counts of public indecency and three counts of sexual harassment.

Mel has to stand outside the jail with her hand through a hole in which Branky must wait.

Sometimes, there's just no good way to explain a match.

[Pyro]

Alicia > Rapp

Alicia is, more or less, a Valkyrie Goddess. Being as she is a Valkyrie, it is her duty to take the souls of dead heroes into herself and call upon them as Einherjar, a duty her "Sisters" have reminded her carries over into the DL. So in short, anyone defeated by one of the sisters becomes one of their Einherjar.

Alicia, however, has a slight problem. Unlike her sisters, she doesn't have as much control over the people she carries along in her head, and so she has to listen to them. Hearing voices can be a bit strange, but Alicia has dealt with it pretty well. Generally the worst thing about it is the occasional bickering between one hero who may have killed another. Certainly a disconcerting thing to have in your head, but not really sanity-shattering by itself.

It wouldn't be so bad, she thought. Heal, attack, Heal, attack... and keep it up until Rapp was ready to join her entourage. She figured it would be all right...

Until she heard him talk.

Then she thought about hearing that voice. In her head. Forever.

The DL can be a pretty violent place, but even Myria was shocked when Alicia quite literally ripped out Rapp's throat with her bare hands.

[superaielman]

Freya: God. Yuri: Godslayer. Freya: Dates Odin: Yuri: Has every single woman in the multiverse after him. Freya: Average speed, can't use Ether Strike instantly. Yuri: Can call upon the Seraphic Radiance instantly, along with For The Children, fast. Freya: Loses to Loki and Alicia: Yuri: Kills literally everything in his way. Freya: Dead. Yuri: On his way to another Godlike title.

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Malak's suck is legendary. The mighty 'assassin' boasts the physical stamina of a girl and worse magical abilities than the game's resident old man (Who is a fighter!). His complete ineptness is so legendary that the people of Starky's home planet even knew of it. One abuduction later, Malak was off to Starky's home world, to be studied and understood- how could one claim the powers of hell and be unable to handle your average third grader?