Ayla>Kika:
A proud, handsome pirate woman.
Strong, confident, self-assured.
A proud, handsome tribal leader.
Strong, confident, self-assured.
Only one could succeed in this battle.
The one with more drive...
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"...Ayla!?" Marle gasped, as she looked at her friend.
"Ayla make good pirate!" Ayla nodded, as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"Aren't you supposed...to..." Marle sputtered.
"To hear her tell it, Kika blew her off, Ayla got mad, and Kika basically compromised. Something about having something more important to do, and her planning finally being ready, and this being a bad time or something." Lucca chuckled. "She's right, she does make a good pirate."
"Ayla strong, strong pirate! Raid seas for booty!" Ayla grinned slyly.
"I know exactly which way she means that, too." Marle noted.
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Kika smiled.
It'd taken a while, but she finally had gotten the resources to finish the job.
"All Rune Cannons, open fire!" Kika called out, laughing.
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"Why's Gilgamesh a pile of ashes, Chief?" Morte asked curiously.
"Nate said something about Kika needing to kill him twice to restore honor or something. Does it really matter?" Chisato shrugged.
"Well, no. It is Gilgamesh." Morte nodded.
"Besides, she has a point. If I got beat by Gilgamesh, I'd have to kill him every day." Chisato noted, as she prepared for Behind the Scenes. "We'll just sweep him up and get some healer in here before the show. No hurry."
"Man, I really need to find some way to get her upgraded a few times, just for that." Morte muttered.
Haschel>Lufia:
An old man.
Mighty in physical prowess. Capable of overcoming and controlling anyone and everyone with his scheming intelligence and his muscles. Domination incarnate.
A young girl.
Innocent, new, unable to fight off the older man's advances, and too innocent to understand his devilish plans.
A simple battle, isn't it?
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"And then we had to fight that damned Divine Dragoon Spirit. I swear, it was the only battle I wasn't sleeping through! His breath damn near toasted me through my armor, I tell you! We had to use a Healing Rain every time he did that, but it didn't do anything for the damned pain! But that damned ghost didn't stop me! I eventually got him in a headlock! And his head exploded! There was ghost goo everywhere, I'll tell you! And the-...Oh, damn, that took forever." Haschel cut off his maunderings, as he finally heard Lufia snore softly.
"Didn't think I'd have to get 75% of the way through my life story." He muttered, as he carefully picked up Lufia and placed her in the stands, as she still peacefully slept. "Never did like hurting little girls."
Jun>Ernest:
"Mugen no Kens-ARGH." Jun shrieked, as roses slashed from the ground.
Ernest chuckled. "Been waiting for that. I can stun lock you out of doing that all day long. It's a pity you take so long to use those and make those stupid quote."
"..." Jun stared blankly at Ernest, a glimmer of hatred shining in his eyes, as Ernest laughed at his predicament.
Then a glimmer of light slashed across the arena.
Ernest stopped, mid-laugh, and slowly crumpled to the ground.
"You fool. Flower petals always help samurai." Jun muttered, sheathing his sword. "Don't you know anything?"
