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The unstoppable dragon powerhouse has muscled his way into the second round, to no one's surprise. His opponent this time is a respectable one: A husband, a father, and a secret agent. And he will show his respect by not holding back. Multiple dragon forms, including the much-feared Kaiser, form a strong backbone to his battle strategy. And when his opponent has the same spine, Ryu always has Bonebreak to snap it in two. Citan's speed may be impressive, but the blue-haired wonder isn't about to let that stop him from claiming yet another Godlike championship. |
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After dispatching his friend Fei in the first round, Citan faces much steeper competition in Ryu the Third. While he still has his massive speed advantage (which is true in most of his matches…), he’s going to have a little trouble taking out the dragon-boy, especially with his transformations. Citan has all kinds of options, like raising his defense in exchange for extra power, Senkei for tripleturns, and lots and lots of healing. No one said this match wasn’t going to be long and brutal, but Citan’s insane speed should win the day, no matter how many rounds it might take. |
SageAcrin It was a short battle. It should have been a long, fierce struggle, where everyone watched as Citan valiantly fought for his life against the fearsome dragon. But Citan was neither an idiot nor particularly fond of getting burnt, frozen, electrocuted, suffocated in shadows, purified in holy light, smashed by meteors, smashed by a giant dragon's energy wave, or anything like that. As the match started, he used the only method he had of losing with dignity, with style and with grace... He held a hand to the sky. A moment later, El Fenrir dropped into the arena. Ryu blinked a moment, then smiled. --- "...what do you mean, a tiny dragon just wrecked your Gear?" Fei asked, stunned. "I had neglected to check the several hundred pages of Ryu's options." Citan said with a sigh. "It seems this "Wildfire" form evades everything and counters it. After he stole my sword-and an arm-and started running around the arena with both like a giant pair of chewbones, I found that I would have more dignity just giving up, by that point." "You got your ass kicked by a little pygmy dragon? Haaaahahahaha-glmph." Bart cut off as Citan successfully stuffed Bart's own foot in his mouth. "Would you like me to let you meet Ryu? I'm sure it can easily be arranged." Citan added pleasantly. Bart simply shook his head. Then waited for Citan to leave to remove the foot. Ryu: 69 jaymthegenius@yahoo.com
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