Deamoned>Deis:
Hah.
A dragon, against Deamoned?
Ridiculous.
---
"...but I'm not...I mean, it's not like..." Deis mumbled.
"-yet it is very clear that Ershin is a dragon. After all, Ershin is the mightiest of all. Ershin can only hope Ershin will display Ershin's true might." Ershin rambled on, as Deamoned watched, bemused.
"...but it's not that..."
"And Ershin's true strength will cause even the mightiest of dragon slayers to fall before Ershin. Ershin knows Ershin will show Ershin the true power of Ershin." Ershin continued.
"...Look, could you just please shut that drat thing off for me? I don't care about the match, I've just had it following me around lately." Deis half-yelled miserably.
Deamoned was only too happy to comply.
Certainly, Ershin isn't something Deis hates, but even if you like an alarm clock, it needs an off switch. Ershin's like that.
Jerin>Tiamat:
Yet another battle no one cares about.
No beautiful women.
No gorgeous chicks, oh, no.
Just an ugly monster! No tentacles even! Just a horrible, ugly, vicious, nasty monster! And a flat-chested elf girl!
Who could possibly enjoy a match like this? No one!
Ever! Why, I-
---
"...Hey. I mean, you know, I do enough stuff to get beaten up, but trying to get me beaten up?" Zidane noted, as he secured Junpei's gag. "And you're really not that good at mimicing my voice. Though, it was a good way to try to rally perverts, I kinda guess. I dunno, Dagger's been nuking me so much that the horrible pain has gotten old. Maybe I should turn over a new le-"
Zidane's ramblings to the gagged Junpei were cut off as Tiamat smashed through the wall.
Evidently it's feelings were hurt enough to throw the match. Directly through the commentator's box, as it were.
Ultimately, Zidane didn't remember the last hour or so. So, philosophical changes will have to wait for another day.
Maybe it's just as well. That had to have hurt.
Lich>Milda.
The rain steadily poured from the sky.
Milda, water dripping down her face, smirked at the frail, pathetic skeleton in front of her.
All her physical might would crush him to powder.
All of her talents at raw destruction would murder him...again, I guess.
She laughed as she asked one simple question of him.
"Are you ready?"
---
"Yes." Lich noted.
"Have you been really waiting by my bedside, for me to wake up, just to gloat like that?" Milda muttered, barely concious.
"....maybe?" Lich mumbled.
Beatrice>Lilly:
Sleep.
The ultimate status.
Well, except for all those things that basically kill you, but those don't count.
Sleep...disables you. Leaves you...completely helpless. At the enemy's mercy.
Unable to fight at all.
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"...see, we tried to tell you." Samus sighed, as Lilly, breathing fire, smashed through the arena's wall.
"She <i>really</i> doesn't sleep calmly." Reed commented, as Lilly impaled a foolish Pokemon that happened to get in her way, all while snoring softly.
"But...why does it enhance her combat abilities?" Beatrice asked, curious.
"Probably because it would be more of a pain in the butt for us." Reed said simply.
Samus nodded glumly.
Lilly's loss was mostly due to the sad, unfortunate fact that a sleeping person is bad at remembering their original target. Her rampage smashed through several walls on the way out, and ultimately the judges had no choice to say it was, quote, "A ring out. Or a failure to appear. Something like that. Don't bother me while I'm drinking.". (Jecht's judgements are, on a related note, some of the most popular.)
And Samus and Reed eventually got her out of that tree, so it all worked out about like normal.
Frank>Kosanji:
Could FRANK lose to a pitiful cur!?
Could a dog possibly not be smarter than Frank?
These questions, while valid, would never be answered.
---
"What's sad is that the dog's playing better, and still losing." Jenna noted, yawning.
"Well, Monopoly has a lot of luck like that." Rosa shrugged.
Ultimately, Frank's ridiculous tendancies to buy everything he landed on-ever, even if he had to mortage other stuff-still didn't make up for his gaining Board Walk and Park Place on the first two laps around the board.
Frank, naturally, had suggested the idea, as superior and more noble than beating up a dog.
Kosanji's still moping though. He had a chance. Poor pup.
