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False Althena (Lunar 2: Eternal Blue) |
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Yes, yes, yes! Another finals match, and this time, there is no pesky lady murderer to keep the (false) Goddess Althena from achieving the ultimate Duelling League glory! Those fools will rue the day they put this beacon of beauty down! And her victim, the vampire lord Brahms, is a complete waste of time: magically frail and not nearly as fast as her mind-numbingly speedy Ray, he should take no more than a zap to obliterate! But this is fine - easy fights are all the better to keep Althena's strict beauty-keeping schedule feasible, as it should take seconds to deal with. It's time for this glorified corpse to feel what the true power of a (false) goddess is! |
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The savior of the oppressed has been through many struggles in the Duelling League, but his strength, championing the cause of the people, finally got him to the finals in the Godlike arena. And now, his deadly talons will feast on one last evildoer before accepting the ultimate honor - the execrable false avatar of the Goddess Althena. Brahms knows her weak point - a pathetic excuse for physical defense - and he will exploit this with his earth-shattering knuckle blows - a Bloody Curse should be more than enough to put this phony magician down for the count. The meek can count on their champion: Brahms, the Lord of the Undead, shall prevail! |
Taishyr "So, he's a bat, right?" False Althena asked. Borgan rubbed his temples. "Not... precisely, ma'am. He's a vampire - humanoid that sucks blood and kills people." "Okay." "Got it? Good." "So he's a bat, right?" Borgan stared, uncomprehendingly, before, "...Yes, milady. He's a bloody bat." "Oh, goody! I get to try something new, then!" With that the False Althena swooshed out, leaving Borgan clutching his head. ------ "Nnnnnngh...! Witch! Your magic will... not fell me!" Brahms bellowed, shaking after False Althena's Ray had scoured him. "Oh, I didn't really want to beat you, mister bat person." False Althena replied innocently, rummaging through her pockets. "I won't hold back! BLOODY CURSE!" Brahms bellowed, closing in for a killing blow... ...just as False Althena pulled a small ball out of her pocket and beaned Brahms with it. A flash, and... Brahms was disappeared, as the ball fell to the ground, shaking. Rolf, watching from the judge's booth, was speechless for a moment. "...she's trying to CATCH Brahms?!?" The ball jiggled back and forth three times, before... a soft click was heard, followed by a deafening boom throughout the arena. -*Congratulations! A BRAHMS was caught! Would you like to name this PKMN?*- "Yeah! Name him Sparklears!" FA chirped happily, picking up the pokeball and heading out. ".......oh god, that's going to take -forever- to sort out." Rolf muttered, hitting his head against the desk. "AND WHY IS IT THE GODLIKE FINALIST WHO THAT FINALLY WORKS ON?!?" False Althena: 37 |
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