Rika>Choko
Elimination.
Such a simple word.
One strike, and it would all be over.
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Rika, giggling happily, walked out of the arena.
Choko, head shaking, looked after her.
"Wow, Choko might be silly sometimes, but even she doesn't think that you can make attacks into other meanings of their words." Choko noted.
Sure enough, Rika's mighty Eliminate stroke had, without killing her opponent, simply eliminated them in the lower rounds.
Well, whatever. It worked for Choko. The alternative sounded a lot less fun.
For starters, she wouldn't have gotten to kick Rika down a flight of stairs a minute later.
Alhazad>Cleo:
Perhaps it would be Alhazad's resistance to fire that would win him this match?
Nope.
His mighty Super Transmitted Mega Blast?
No. I mean, come on, how can you win with something with a name like that?
(Of course, one might argue that you can't possibly lose with something like that, but if so, it's a form of higher truth.)
No, Alhazad literally did nothing.
It turns out that this was a good course of action. After ten solid minutes of poking at Alhazad, trying to figure out what the hell his demon form was, Cleo told the judges she was going to leave until her opponent came in, and walked out too quickly for the stunned and bored judges to react.
And to think, Cleo's still not sure what he is.
Well, neither am I.
