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Fou-Lu (Breath of Fire IV) |
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Having bested the One Winged Angel once again, Fou-Lu has proven time after time that no normal man can match him. Now his task is to prove that the same goes for a woman who isn't normal by any means! Fou-Lu will be switching through his Elemental modes as quickly as possible to keep Myria off balance. Holocaust will quickly take out the bite from Dark Wave, so Fou-Lu will be relying on his powerful elemental spells to keep the Goddess at bay. Fou-lu isn't as fast or durable as Myria, but Myria can't match him in damage - nor can she deny that she's already fallen once in the DL to the Dragon God. |
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Six seasons ago, Myria fell at the talons of the God Emperor Fou-Lu. The goddess has seldom been one to forgive and forget, so she's been secretly studying her opponent ever since. She's now ready to strike where Fou-lu's weakest: using her powerful Holocaust, she plans on tearing right through the Dragon's powerful defenses like paper. With her superior speed and knowledge of his flaws, she hopes to rewrite history. Of course, Myria's never been one to play fair even when she feels like she has a good shot, so you can be sure she also has some backup plan. |
Laggy High atop a battered platform wrecked by the recent barrage of Wailing Soul Slashes, Super Novas, and even stray !!!'s, Fou-lu stood poised at the edge of the arena. As the DL technicians worked frantically to alter the sun's position so that it would be precisely the same setting where the fateful battle between the two Yorae Dragon halves occurred, a lone girl stepped into the arena. Fou, having long expected his opponent's arrival, was a little unsettled by the intrusion and the peculiar glowing eyes of this human. "Depart from here, child. Thou mayest come to harm should thy presence presist." Unexpectedly, the girl began crying and sobbing uncontrollably, causing the dragon god to falter just slightly. He walked over and kneeled down, lifting her chin. "Why doth thou cry?" Leaning over closer, she whispered in an eerie voice that, for some reason, made his divine blood chill: "Because you won't be my friend." His eyes blazing with fury, Fou stepped back, the arrogance of his adversary stunning him. To have mocked him in such a manner! He raised his hand, fully expecting the roar of Tyrant to accompany it. Silence. His eyes widening slightly, he turned around... and saw, quite a distance away in the stands, the mauled form of a large black dragon being the most prominent feature. Not far from that, however, was a silver-haired Wingly with a long blade slung to his side, blood still dripping, and a look of burning revenge in his face. "Damned mortal!" Fou swore, turning around, his body shimmering as he began to intuitively take the form of True Astral. But it was all too late, as he faced the giant figure of a hydra, and was neatly swatted out of the arena with a wide swing of one of its heads before he could finish. Fou-Lu: 17 |
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