Atma>Alucard:
A massive hulking demon.
Towering far above Alucard's head, his massive, hulking, armored body stood ready to combat this puny foe.
Alucard had faced similar, though.
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"Okay, damnit, Alucard's trying to ram his shield into someone's ankles. Again. Why do we let that idiot fight?" Mint cried in disgust, as she watched Atma Weapon, a monstrosity larger than an elephant, tap-danced the figure he dwarfed.
"Because we get the failures at life." Yaridovich shrugged.
Ultimately, the inevitable tragedy of Alucard's strategy occured, as Atma Weapon tripped and fell on him.
Sure, he died from the shield, but not before breaking Alucard's spine in twelve places and knocking him unconcious, which ultimately was enough for a win for Atma.
Galammoth, upon hearing the news, cheered, chugged a beer, and passed one to a similarly elated Dracula.
Romeo>Ben:
Not everything has to be violent, you know.
Benjamin is not the most motivated hero on the planet. Having adventured because he had nothing better to do, he's not a hugely violent fellow.
Guildenstern, having the power he sought, doesn't actually care for much more.
And so, after an amiable conversation, the two parted ways.
Romeo went on to the next match.
Benjamin found out where Guildenstern got that incredibly metal sword, and is now wandering around the Iron Maiden with a very disgusted Ashley, who he used as a key to get in.
I'd say everyone wins, but this isn't quite that.
Everyone's just lazy.
Ash>Katsuya:
Ash won by default.
Why?
Well, Katsuya had the unfortunate curse of being curious.
You see, he was wondering if there were any legal issues involved in killing a Phantom.
Obviously, his match was going to be far harder if he couldn't use lethal force. And he wasn't sure if they were endangered or something; Certainly, this league has a lot of strange rules already.
Twenty three hours later, Katsuya was found passed out, screaming in his sleep about ravens ripping out his eyes, on top of a stack of Duelling League legal tomes.
He claimed to have no memory of the last three days, and has decided to just go with his own world's laws from here on out.
The unfortunate side-effect of having a legal code written by Godlikes-90% of which are villians-is that the local legal code is more mentally damaging than the Necronomicon and all it's contents put together. Sometimes, ignorance is sanity.
Guard Daos>La Ilim
I could say that incredible powers here, the clashing of an ancient and mighty wizard and the very embodiment of most of the evils in the world, are here.
I could say this is a battle worthy of song and poem, a true and incredible clash that would leave nothing and no one standing in it's wake.
I could blatently lie and say things that <i>aren't</i> that Guard Daos confused La Ilim, that La Ilim repeatedly puked on Guard Daos while Guard Daos, shrieking like a fourteen year-old teeny-bopper, tried to punch him to death to make the globs of green goo stop, and finally, mercifully, beat him senseless.
But I won't.
Bard>Ines:
Well.
There've been many strange things in the duelling league.
But as the crowd watched in silence as a sparking mech, incapable of attack, very slowly was chipped down to destruction by the power of musical notes which often pelted it's legs ineffectually, one simple question was on everyone's minds.
"Why are we putting up with this?"
The answer was, of course, that the judges were asleep.
And so, fire rained from the heavens, as the crowd declared Bard the winner by default. Violently.
It was a good day for everyone else, at least.
