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Spear vs Mop: Odin fights Vaynard "Playtime's over, you idiot in a skirt. The All-Father has a form truly worthy of his name, in spite of years of abuse. My time in Godlike is now!" "Godlike? HA. You can't even beat up an Light like Chisato. How can you defeat a tactical genius like me?" "You fool! I was controlling the universe when your father was getting beaten up for his lunch money. Your life is over!" "While you were wasting your time with petty insults, I, the great White Wolf, had a minion hire a ref for our fight. Seifer would be the perfect judge for this contest, agreed?" "It's a fight. To the death. Prepare to be the first of many to suffer at Odin's hands!" --- Can Odin overcome years of mockery and put his finally legal battle form to the test? Can Vaynard overcome the mighty All-Father and claim the title of "best white haired loser in the DL"? Or will Seifer own himself a pair of lamers? Only you can decide! |
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Tide It started out as an impressive battle. A battle of strength and wits to overcome a series of mockery. " I shall smash thee!" Odin cried with great enthusiasm over his new battle form. No longer will there be mocking! Finally, the All-father's name shall be known for something else other than failing! In a swift motion, he propelled the tip of his weapon towards the White Wolf. Vaynard proceeded to block it effortlessly by letting it hit him in the chest. While this would've normally ended the match, it seems as if Odin misplaced the spear of Gungnir and was instead holding a mop. "Fool! Such a blow cannot hope to defeat the White Wolf! Now you shall see the strength of my sword!" Another flurry of blows were exchanged, before the two combatants broke apart. "Impressive! I shall have to rethink my opinion of you. " "Likewise! To think I would meet such a glorious opponent. 'Tis a shame, but you must die!" "Whoa, whoa! Hold it!" Both fighters turned and looked at the judge residing. Seifer being Seifer, had been constructing new lyrics for his new rap album "Totally Owns Lamers" instead of actually watching the fight. It was the first time he has spoken a word since the fight started 36 and a half hours ago. "I need a couple of people to take part in my new rap song. I was going to get Fujin and Raijin to help me out, but they both shunned me and said, 'We don't want to be part of your posse anymore, ya know. It's embarassing to be assoicated with you, ya know'. Well in Fujin's case she just kicked me in the face and shouted 'HUMULIATION'" By now, both competitors had turned their full focus on Seifer. " And since the both of you have now decided not to kill each other, how about becoming my new posse? You can become a star!" " Yeah, we will also get mocked for our lack of musical talent and hanging out with another loser", Odin declined in a rare show of intellect. He promptly resumed his fightining stance. " Not even Odin is desperate enough to do something like that" Seifer thought for a moment. He must find a way to persuade them into joining. Where else would he find a new posse? "I'll give you both 0.001% of the profits we earn from sales. How abo-?" "Sold!" Odin cried out. In fairness, he was probably getting paid less on BtS and would suffer similar abuse anyway. Not to be outmatched in what seems like a new competition on sinking to a new low, Vaynard promptly replied, "The White Wolf will not be outdone by some lowly janitor. Consider myself in your services!" Of course, Seifer didn't tell either of them about the duties of being his new posse, which included anything from harassing Squall to bringing him a new pair of slippers. And that is how Seifer owned himself a couple of lamers. Literally. Vaynard: 6 Odin: 34 Seifer: 36 Draco Ignifer
Lezard Valeth
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