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Rejected! These five figured to be impact players, the movers and shakers that got attention and made the fans care when they got in. Tosh. Rassius Luine. Futch. Guile. Freed Y. All were shoved into a dark corner and forgotten. They will no longer be footnotes. No, not under the guidance of Seifer Almasy, middle whipping boy and the proud owner of five (!!!) appearences over the years in the DL. Surely this veteran warrior can lead them to the promised land of matches and chances at titles. --- The rest of the league meanwhile had a good laugh, some at the losers, but mostly at Seifer. Did that loser ever give up? Between his attempts at rapping that would shame Grandmaster B and the equally pathetic attempts to escape Middle, the former wannabe knight had turned into the DL's biggest punch line since Dario. Fujin and Raijin had of course heard the rumors. Enough was enough. --- When Fujin and Raijin attacked Seifer and his motley band of rejects, it was no shock. The commitee had endured Seifer's repeated failures over the years. This latest failure was no worse than usual.. but it was also the final straw in a series of repeated blunders by Seifer. With Tosh quickly disabled by Fujin's status magics, it came down to a battle. Could the commitee overwhelm Seifer and those foolish enough to hire him for pretty much anything and find the old friend and battle partner who at one time wasn't a complete joke? |
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superaielman Seifer's idiocy is a powerful weapon. Can anything crack it? Fujin had tried insulting her former boss, beatings. Nothing worked. RAGE! It hadn't taken much to pound Seifer into dirt, not much could withstand a pissed off Fujin. There.. was one thing left. Something so hideous, so foul, that she hadn't been willing to use it. Till now. "SEIFER. I AM DATING... ZELL..."! Seifer instantly popped to his feet, ignoring the dozen large cuts on his body and his broken ribs from Fujin's boots. "CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENWUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Seifer moved faster than you'd expect someone with several dozen broken bones and a tremedous amount of lost blood. ---- Ten minutes later Seifer limped back into the arena, even more beaten now that before. His trademark trench coat was torn off his body, and his swordarm was covered in blood. Fresh blood. Seifer used his gunblade as a crunch with his right hand. His left hand grasped a rather round object, still dripping blood. Seifer casually tossed Zell's head or what was left of it at Fujin, and began ranting. "Da..ting.. Zell? Ha... not if I have anything to say about *thud*" Fujin went over and gently prodded Seifer with her foot, completely ignoring Zell's head that was rolling slowly out of the arena. No response. Seifer was out cold. It may have been only for a split second, but the man who lead the commitee for all those years and battles had been part of her posse. He was back. Maybe not for good, but it was still something. A weird sound escaped from Fujin's lips. Then again. Raijin, who had been silently dragging the remains of the losers out of the arena during all this, looked on in shock and some fear at the noise coming from Fujin. Yes. She was giggling. And with good reason, Seifer was back! Fujin and Raijin: 25 Seifer: 9 Everyone hates Seifer: 23 DragoonJay
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