Brahms>Orlandu:
A horrific struggle.
Orlandu, desperately draining what little bits of energy he can manage, while Brahm pummels him with all his might. Orlandu, blocking desperately, trying to live thr-
Oh.
Bloody Curse hit turn one.
Well then.
Lyon>Rayquaza:
The Rune of Dusk.
A powerful rune embodying the power of the setting sun.
Rayquaza.
A being that lives in a world with no setting sun for some reason. Oh, sure, other Pokemon areas may have night and day, but not his.
...
Say, have you ever read that story <i>Nightfall</i>?
Rayquaza ultimately did do a huge amount of damage when the arena suddenly fell into night, but in his frenzy, not a lot of it was to Lyon, and he was out of the ring pretty fast, overall.
The initial reaction was psychiatric therapy, but screw that, someone will just fetchquest him a potion to fix this. Too much effort for anything else.
Elhaym>Miakis:
Two beautiful women.
Baring it all on the battlefield!
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"And, really, why the hell is Fei so dense? I mean, I took a shower in a clear glass tube in front of him! And it took him that long to show any real interest in me, and after saving my life, he still won't really pay any attention to me, and...and..." Elly sputtered.
"Okay, I'm done here." Miakis muttered, walking out in disgust.
Well, perhaps a contest to see who can bare their emotions, and their very soul, better, was a little tacky.
But hey, it did keep the perverts away. Something can be said for that.
Cinnamon>Colette:
Cinnamon had studied her opponent.
She knew her advantages at Colette's own game.
Sure, Colette just apparently tripped on things and either they exploded or she did. Appeared. But that would be ridiculous. It had to be on purpose, a dangerous, double-edged gambit.
But Cinnamon had an advantage.
Weight. Robots are much heavier than simple flesh.
And so, Colette was tripped on by a large chunk of girly metal.
Really, there was only one problem for Cinnamon here.
She forgot she was the generic healer girl, not the strategist.
As Colette fell, she naturally blew a hole in the arena floor, sending both of them plummeting down several hundred feet down an old, sealed manhole, into the sewers.
Well, it's still a win. Colette left the arena first.
But at what price?
I mean, those silly nurse uniforms can't be easy to clean that out of.
