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You don’t expect the head of Nanjo Corp, heir to an uncountable fortune, and expert wielder of Persona to lose to a bird? Oh sure, it’s a near legendary bird, famed throughout all of fantasy Japan, but Nate knows how to deals with creatures of legend and myth quite well! Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Nate basically kills all elemental damage, basically forcing Lugia down to pathetic physical attacks. Of course, with painful poison effect of Light All as well as accurate Sleep and Charm, Lugia will even have few chances to use it’s already lackluster moves. And Mr. Speed Racer even packs plenty of full healing, ensuring that the few scrapes Lugia might get even will quickly be nullified. Nate practically owns the arena, and he’s not paying to lose so easily in his rightful division, after all. |
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The Diving Pokémon hasn't had much luck in the DL. Running into Champions like Lady and Kefka might be some perverse God's idea of a test, straining Lugia's legendary durability to its limit, but perhaps at last Lugia can show off its true worth. Like Lugia, Nanjo is a defensively minded dueller, suited to wearing opponents down with his plentiful healing and nigh-impenetrable magical defenses. However, while Nate's defenses merely block many common attacks, he still takes damage normally against ones that bypass them. Coupled with Lugia's considerable edge in speed and Nanjo's lacking damage, Lugia will be able to force the helmetted one to burn through his resources considerably faster than the legendary bird, and in a battle between tanks this is the surest path to victory. |
Taishyr The fight was remarkably silly, even by Dueling League standards. Granted, that says little. The recorded match is as follows: Lugia prepared herself... and then got put to sleep by Nate's persona. What then followed was unexpected. Nate lobbed a Pokeball at Lugia... which bounced off her head and fell to the ground. *Did... you just throw at me what I think you just threw at me?* Lugia queried mentally. "Wait, you're awake?" Nate replied. *I'm a psychic, twit. You put my body to sleep. Can't manage to use my psychic techniques either like this, my mind's kinda fuzzy. But I recognize a pokeball hitting my skull when I feel it.* Lugia muttered darkly. *Lord knows that kid wasted like 240 or so balls trying to catch me. But at least -he- knew to press the button to make it activa-* A second pokeball hit Lugia's skull, entertaining briefly the thought of attempting to absorb Lugia before giving up in despair. *... Oh, for the love of christ. Don't be a thief, Nate; my life is my own.* "Eh, I'm out of pokeballs." Nate shrugged, before grinning to himself. Lugia, sleeping, didn't see it... ...as the two pokeballs exploded, releasing huge plumes of smoke and dust. ------------------ Lugia's "capture" in the smoke (no one knows quite how it was managed, though a few people saw helicopters emerge from the smoke) has resulted in Nate riding Lugia like a steed for the next few weeks, solely to annoy Lugia and the rest of the Godlikes. Nate Nanjo: 24 |
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