Gijimu>Liz:
Liz.
Master of learnable artistry!
He shall not thief, but contemplate masterfully the ability to strike multiple times in one of the periods that are called round turns or something such as this!
Gijimu's own skill with this purpose is clearly insufficient, primitively smashing repeatedly with a bladed bashing implement of crushing! Liz's own technological benifecence is clearly far more useful with such an incredible implement!
Liz's own skills shall crecendo above Gijimu's!
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"And then he killed himself throwing bombs seven times, before I could even move." Gijimu shook his head in wonder. "I've heard of easy matches, but that was ridiculous."
Lezard>Ryu:
"...Man. This is just..." Yuri shook his head.
"I know." Loki muttered.
"Disgusting." Kuja stated, rolling his eyes.
"Let the poor man have his moment." Citan sighed.
All stared, vaguely disgusted, as they watched Lezard, standing over Ryu's body, weep tears of joy.
He'd finally beaten a Godlike.
More or less.
Deamoned>Rufus:
I could wile away the hours.
Conferrin' with the flowers.
Consultin' with the rain.
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"With the thoughts you'd be thinkin', you could be another Lincoln! If you only had a brain." Rufus sang along happily.
"Oh, I would tell you why, the ocean's near the shore. I could think of things I never thunk before, and then I'd sit and think some more!" Deamoned belted out.
"...I...don't get it." Nate said, as he watched the two sing along together.
"Well, they got really damned drunk before the match started. Hell if I know why. Then again, who needs a reason?" Killer shrugged. "They just walked in like that."
"...Well, who wins, then, if they won't even fight?"
"Deamoned. Like anyone's beating that operatic baritone anyways." Killer shrugged again. "Damn, I hope someone's recording this. And not just for blackmail material."
Luca>X:
Have you ever seen X against someone with melee attacks?
Dreadful. It doesn't work at all. I mean, sure, you can try to avoid them, or run from them, or climb walls or something, but actually fighting them head on? You get carved to bits half the time.
Melee attacks are just too fast and do too much of his life bar.
...Oh, wait, this is the RPG version, none of that applies.
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"...this is the sort of thing that makes me hate multiple forms." Zophar noted, as X, already technically a loser, plinked at an enraged Luca from the stands.
"Eh. Not like he certainly would have won if he'd kept his facts straight anyways." Chaz shrugged.
"Besides, this way we get to see most of the stadium blow up!" Rika cheered happily, as Luca blasted yet another row of seats into an inferno as he tried to get to X.
Ultimately, Luca's unpatterened assault was no match for X's infinite room, and as the battle smashed around halfway through the woman's pre-match changing room, Luca fell.
Of course, that didn't save X anyways.
Melfice>Ash:
"I SHALL SPLINTER YOUR BONES! BOW BEFORE ME! YOU WILL DIE! I SHALL CUT ASUNDER YOUR EARTHLY BONDS!" Melfice babbled.
The strategy was simple.
Say enough random VA, and eventually you distract the opponent into losing.
Oh, sure, it worked. A match this close, any edge will work.
But at what price?
Well, a pretty high one. I mean, it's going to cost a lot to get the tapes of him yelling Poison Blow the same way as Genevieve and BANG BANG ATTBANG BANG ATTBANG BANG ATTACK out of the media.
But hey, you sometimes have to pay a price for victory.
