Lyon>Joshua:
Joshua knew what to do in this battle.
The last cold-hearted swordmaster he'd met, he'd turned the heart of.
Wouldn't be <i>any</i> different this time.
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"I swear." Lyon sighed.
"This place really is full of perverts." She finished, as she turned her back on the smouldering arena.
Poor Joshua.
Actually, he was just going to tell her about his noble cause in his war.
And then stab her when he got bored, but that's irrelevant. The point is, perversion wasn't in it.
But the girls of the DL are, rightfully, a bit flighty.
So, never begin a conversation by commenting on their looks. No matter how innocent.
It could end badly.
Miakis>Ryudo
Miakis knew what to do.
She'd been told <i>everything</i> about these men.
Why, just a day ago, one had tried to hit on Lyon during a match!
No, no, she knew knew how this battle had to be fought.
The moment Ryudo opened his mouth, she struck him down with fury.
No quarter given.
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"You mean she didn't even let you show her the picture? What a witch." Millenia muttered.
"Yeah, really." Elena sighed. "It's such a cute puppy, too."
"Well, I wa-ow, damn it, stop bandaging that so tight! Anyways, I was kinda hoping getting her a puppy would make the fight a little easier, but the poor mutt mostly just needed some place to stay..." Ryudo sighed. "Oh well. Maybe one of you two will take it?"
The fighting over Ryudo's puppy could be heard for half a mile.
But Miakis heard none of it. She was relaxing, content in her strategy and ready to share it with everyone.
Lyon was right.
Don't give any quarter to them.
That's the only way to be safe...
Elly>Rikku:
Bonk.
Bonk bonk.
Bonk.
Bonk bonk bonk.
Bonk.
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"I...this idea sounded so much better in my head." Elhaym sighed, smacking the barrel in front of her once again.
Rikku had challenged her to the most noblest of pursuits, a keg-splitting contest.
Why keg-splitting?
Well, she ran through contests until she found one the judge <i>hadn't</i> heard of done in the DL before.
Regardless, Elly had agreed.
Rikku, confident, prepared explosives.
Elly bonked her on the head with her Lunar Rod.
And now was working on the keg. Very slowly.
It turns out that a stick wielded by a skinny girl doesn't actually split kegs that well, impressive martial arts techniques notwithstanding.
And, naturally, the keg was magic resistant. Of course it would be, it was gotten from a local bar.
(What kind of bar in the Duelling League wouldn't have kegs that resist magic, be constructed as well as possible, and have a missile self-defense system? Naturally, the last was off for the contest.)
And so, five hours later, Elly got to go home after chipping a deep enough groove in her barrel.
As Rikku snored.
Loudly.
The entire time.
