Ghaleon>Van:
Van was prepared, fully.
He'd shed his pride, and was willing to do whatever it took to win this battle.
Legs and bikini-line waxed, beard removed(only after being assured by healers it could, indeed, be healed back), he strode into the arena majestic in a one-piece bikini.
Ghaleon took one look and blasted him in the face with Hell Wave.
---
"...I can't believe he actually fell for that." Anise noted, as she watched an enraged Ghaleon beat Van's corpse farther into the dirt.
"You mean outside of the forged documents and the Godlike you bribed to come with you and back your story up?" Guy asked.
"Well...yeah, but it's me here. I thought he was better than that." Anise sighed. "Oh well, time to collect on a bet~"
"Man. Some day I'm going to have to talk to some people around here. There has to be some way to get her sealed off, for the good of humanity." Guy sighed.
Alhazad>Heath:
You know, there is one thing that Alhazad is really good at.
It's not fighting.
Oh, no, it's not.
It's SCIENCE.
---
"I don't...actually think this is really science." Harken noted, as Heath's now-twenty-stories tall dragon proceeded to rampage through the League.
"...well, it ate Heath first. That counts for something." Alhazad said diffidently.
Well, pointless random destruction counts as science. I think. Close enough. Honest. Right?
Camus>>>Hawkeye:
Now this is a quandary.
On the one hand, you have the mighty axe, champion of the Duelling League.
On the other hand, you have cleansing fire, the ultimate winner in all encounters outside of the League.
What happens when these two forces collide?
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"...why won't this universe stay fixed?" Lenneth Valkyrie puzzled.
She'd remake it.
It'd blow up.
She'd remake it.
It'd blow up.
Close examination found the answer.
And so, for the good of the Duelling League, she created an answer, at a point in time before this endless conflict could begin.
Something even more powerful than this terrible clash of forces.
---
By Duelling League standards, perhaps it wasn't so weird.
Camus prepared to incinerate his foe.
Hawkeye prepared to slam an axe in his foe's face.
A strange man appeared out of nowhere, blasting Hawkeye in the face with a massive, flaming punch before telling him teasingly to show him his moves.
And Camus was blasted by a massive barrage of weaponry, as some strange person in a mecha asked him how much he liked him now or something like that.
Hawkeye died first, so the judges just shrugged and called Camus the winner.
It wasn't like it was an important match anyways. I mean, it's Light.
Slash>Luke:
Ahhhh, the finest swordfight possible for Light.
Completely denied.
---
"...no. No, that...no." Luke sputtered in horror.
"Yes." Slash laughed maniacally.
"...THAT IS NOT A MAN." Luke half shrieked.
"Believe me. Flea is." Slash chuckled, holding up the picture as he slowly advanced on Luke.
"...where did he even get a picture of me in lingerie?" Flea wondered, as Luke ran shrieking out of the arena.
Of course, Luke's troubles aren't over.
Now every trap in the arena either wants to tease him or keeps getting thrown at him by various people.
At last check, he was cowering in a corner, muttering something about Lucian.
Sometimes when you lose, you lose more.
