 | Hmph. Not much to say this time, fellas?
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 | Eh. Fish swim, birds sing, duellers are heavily outmatched, and time marches on. What's new?
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 | Well, what's there to talk about? We don't even have the post-New Years hangover.
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 | Speak for yourself. Ugh.
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 | What do you weigh, skull, 7 or 8 pounds, if that? I'm surprised you don't pass out just looking at a bottle of liqour.
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 | I'm half Irish, you know.
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 | Half Irish, all mouth.
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 | Hey! I resemble that remark!
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 | You really were suffering, though. I had to hold your hair for you all night long.
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 | ...but I don't have...
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 | Don't. Just...don't.
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 | Okay, but...
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 | Oh I'm sure he just dreamt that. Remember the time he thought we were all imaginary characters doing a fake talk show on some crappy website?
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 | Oh, Odin!
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 | Hehehe. So let's get started, folks.
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 | My thoughts exactly. Go!
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 | Yes, readers, it's time for another Behind the Scenes! Week 4 rolls by once again, and as usual the duellers are anxious to put their opponents out of the running for the Finals and a shot at a championship! Let's get started!
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 | It's about time you got to us!
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 | You can't ignore us forever.
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 | Would that I could.
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 | I'll run rings around you, pretty boy.
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 | You don't need to run, when you can fly.
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 | Fly all you like, you're not getting anywhere.
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 | Oh no, the scary scythe lady is after me. Maybe I should start carving birds onto my hand, that's sure to make her fall for me.
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 | What's the matter, want a hug from Mommy? Oh wait, that's right, she's a gigantic freak.
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 | Considering your track record with giant monters, you should be running. I won't just turn you into glass.
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 | Hmm. Parental abandonment issues or loving an emo. Which is worse? You decide. Thank you for your time.
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 | Well to be fair I would start mutilating myself if I was related to Alfina.
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 | True that.
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 | Am I...interrupting something?
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 | Self-multilation? Do go on.
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 | Get away from me.
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 | So, ladies...
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 | I know, I know, the fight. Well, I can block most of what Zeal throws at me. That and constant cheap healing should see me through, no sweat.
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 | Oh, no doubt you can throw off a few statuses, but that can only take you so far. I can kill you off before you even lay a finger on me.
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 | How about a sword?
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 | That too.
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 | But with the power of a Valkyrie...
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 | Valkyrie? Hah! A bunch of women wearing tin pots on their heads running around minding other people's business for them. Don't threaten me with Valkyries.
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 | Right, enough of that. Back to the floating black space fortress for you!
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 | Still makes more sense than the last chapter of VP2.
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 | I...have no arguments against that.
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 | And now...
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 | Whoo, shooting things.
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 | As a Maximillian Knight, I cannot fail!
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 | Of course you can. But let's hear your side of the story first.
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 | Well...I guess I'll just have to trust to my mighty Lightning Sword to see me through.
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 | Swords, axes, weird-ass weapons...it doesn't matter. A bullet in the head takes care of them all equally.
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 | No, not really.
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 | So, Fred, where's your girlfriend?
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 | ...she's not my girlfriend.
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 | Hehehe. Of course not.
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 | Shut up!
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 | But I don't really think that he and Rico were...
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 | Who was talking about Rico? I meant Connie.
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 | ARGH! You and your stupid rumors.
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 | Connie? That's just gross, dude.
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 | ...what? Okay, that's it. Scram, you two. I'll not have BtS soiled by this sort of nonsense.
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 | But...
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 | OUT! Well, that just about ruins my taste for these things. Okay, let's just get this over with.
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 | AXE TO AXE! THIS WILL BE THE ULTIMATE BATTLE!
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 | You don't have to be so dramatic.
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 | Oh, but I do. This fight will be remembered forever!
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 | Sigh.
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 | Glad to see you're excited.
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 | EXCITED? I can't wait! The sights, the sounds. Fire Emblem versus Fire Emblem, Axe Knight versus Warrior...It's too much to handle while the arena awaits!
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 | And that's not even including the glory.
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 | Yes! The Glory of victory! The anguish of defeat! It's...it's blowing my mind!
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 | What are you...
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 | Just wait for it.
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 | Boy, I bet the stands will be packed with adoring fans.
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 | Of course! The fans! All screaming for blood! I can hear them now. All the blood is rushing to my head!
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 | And let's not forget your comrades in battle.
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 | All waiting to see if one of their own will fall. It's..it's too much....I...I...I..
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 | Um...what about refreshments?
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 | AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
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 | Wow. I never thought I'd see steam come out of someone's ears before.
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 | Overheating Bartre's brain is easy, but it's always amusing.
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 | Aw, lookit him on the floor. Like a little axe-bearing kitten.
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 | Let's leave quietly so we don't wake him up. He's going to need at least a few hours to cool down.
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 | We're on it.
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 | This is Chisato Madison, saying goodbye from everybody at Behind the Scenes. Ssssh!
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