Lyon>Barubary:
A horrendous, hooked horror.
An innocent, helpless girl.
The humanity.
---
"...I don't get it." Lyon blinked up at her opponent. "What is this, again?"
"A giant enemy crab, what the hell does it look like." Jecht quietly stated.
"So, it is what it looks like. What's going on here?" Lyon sighed, as the crab clicked it's pincers in anticipation.
"Look, it's not Barubary's fault I drunk the bastard under the table. The pansy's still passed out somewhere, and we couldn't find his sorry butt." Jecht nodded slightly. "So I did him a favor and gave him a stand in. The first random battle I could find."
"..." "Look, it's kosher, it's better than just losing, isn't it?"
"...What the hell is <i>wrong</i> with you?" "...please don't do that." "What, <i>yell really loudly?</i>" "...yeah. That. Look, he was the first thing in ages that came close to beating me. My head hurts worse than Simone's body after one of his sessions with all his narccisist friends. Could we just get on with it?"
And so, Barubary's stand-in lost miserably.
...
...
No, I'm not going to say it.
Dekar>Landis:
There are times where one must give one's all.
Everything you have.
Every little scrap of power you can muster.
For both combatants, this is their time.
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Dekar wasn't really surprised when Landis had shown up.
After all, Dekar had fallen down stairs, into a spiked pit, whose walls crushed him before the floor gave out, dumping him seventy feet into a lake of acid, whose horrific, magically modified shark inhabitants were more at home than any mere human. The lake whose highly advanced magical sensors would, upon sensing an arrival, heat the lake to vaporization within a few minutes, before splitting several atoms of helium with highly focused mystical precision.
The explosion was heard for miles.
Unfortunately, Dekar has the mystical power of deus ex machina and ended up riding one of the sharks into the arena.
(The arena was pretty close to the explosion, you see. It was lake front property now.)
No, Dekar wasn't surprised that his cowardly opponent would fear the law and his mighty stature enough to not show.
Landis, exhausted, was still sleeping in his room. To heck with fear. That was way more work than he's used to.
Steena>Irvine
One shot.
Just one shot.
All he had to do was take the shot.
He had the skill. He had the precision, the sharp mind and keen wit.
There was no reason to be nervous. Calm down. Calm your mind. Be one with the gun.
Just. Take. The. Shot.
---
"Nice shot." Steena winced, holding her shoulder.
"Too bad it takes more than one shot to kill me." She finished grimly, as Garai's Shadow decended upon Irvine.
Irvine needs better personal mantras.
Colette>Dominia
Unfortunately, Dominia tripped on the way to the match and couldn't make it, giving Colette the win.
This is what happens when you drink something Seraphita gives you.
Dominia can't remember anything from her trip except making out with Zidane, and she's pretty sure that didn't happen.
She's right. Sneff isn't Zidane.
