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Mere spatial manipulation neither phases nor amuses the Magic Emperor in the least. The self-styled lord of time must now face a true master of the arcane. While pulling rabbits out of hats and such nonsense may suffice for victory over paltry lesser Godlike contenders, Ghaleon is not so easily defeated. With the resilience to weather the full force TimeLord's notorious OverDrive assault, Ghaleon has little to worry about. Once done with his trademark offensive attempt, TimeLord will surely be so exhausted as to appreciate Ghaleon's sending him into the deep sleep of oblivion. He's had a fair run, but this hopeful's time has run out. |
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With two victories behind him, TimeLord is after a third. His goal is to do with his brutal Overdrive what G. Dragon and Megid could not: slay the Magic Emperor. Fortunately, if anyone can strike down Ghaleon, who has survived some of the heaviest demolition attacks Godlike has to offer, it's the tyrant of tempo. After all, time has always been the bane of Ghaleon, whose ponderous pace is his primary weakness as a duelist. Best of all is TimeLord's position as the far more active duelist in this bout. Even if a good offense really isn't the best defense, the king of chronology has the damage to prove that it's more than close enough. |
Draco Ignifer The night before his match began, TimeLord poured over rules, errata, FAQs, and strategy guides, trying desperately to think of some way to win the coming match. Two Suzakus and a Kraken, then TigerRampage? No... not enough. Timetwister chain? Nope. Boss immunities. Go pick a fight with Blue and let him stand in? Even if the judges allowed it, that'd defeat the whole purpose of winning. At last, the Mystic Lord finally gave up, and laid the last of the books down. There was no way he could win. Of course, if he couldn't win... a cruel gleam began to shine in his eyes. If he couldn't win, the Mystic reasoned, then why try? Why not have a bit of... fun? With that, he set out, looking for a young man who he hoped would find his idea as interesting as he did. "Ah, I thought I'd find you here. Anyway, I watched that match of yours... I can't imagine a worse draw for you. And that laugh... That was just rude. You must feel terribly annoyed." "..." "Ah, good. In that case, would you mind doing me a little favor? Not only can I make it worth your while, but I promise, if you do, I'll wipe that smug grin off of his face for you." "...?" "Oh, it's simple, really. Down in Fascinaturu, there's a rather annoying green Mystic who keeps selling people keys to my realm. I need you to kill him for me." "!" "Oh, don't be upset. He's a bastard anyway. He takes payment in human flesh. Nobody will miss him." "...?" "Why? Well, he is selling keys to my home... And let's just say that I don't want any uninvited guests for a LONG time. So, do we have a deal?" "..." "A pleasure doing business with you." Everyone knew that something was amiss when the papers the next day mentioned that Gozarus, a Mystic shopkeeper, had apparently been murdered by a very large dragon. They definately knew something was about to go terribly, terribly wrong when TimeLord entered the arena wearing a Backpack, a smirk on his face. However, after a warning from the judges that any item use would result in an instant disqualification, the match began without any further delay. Ghaleon simply waited for his opponent to use his one and only Overdrive spell, knowing full well that nothing that TimeLord did could defeat him before the Mystic's spell ended. Unfortunately, he hadn't considered the possibility that his foe knew that too... When cast by Blue, Overdrive gives him eight turns to act however he wishes before the effect ends, robbing him of any further combat ability. In a strange twist, the creator of the spell has a mere seven. This, however, turned out to be all that TimeLord needed. As the pillar of energy signalling that time itself had just been flipped on its axis flared in the background, TimeLord pulled out a list detailing exactly how he was going to spend each of the seven rounds before the powerful energies reached their limit, and the Universe restarted. 1) Dress - a nice, frilly pink one. 2) Face - Blush, lipstick, and eyeshadow should do it. 3) Hair. Dyed blonde, if time permits. No matter what, make sure to do the pigtails. 4) Stereo - Fully set up, one speaker in each of the thirty-two points on the compass. 5) Sign - "I'm a pretty pretty princess." Painted in silver glitter. Place in swordarm for maximum effect. 6) Cameras - One to each and every member of the audience. Video cameras to the Godlikes. 7) Run. Run very fast. Do not stop running until I reach Virgil. Call in my favor with him to go home. Break my hourglass. Never look back. As he read over the list, the Mystic Lord almost giggled to himself. However, he managed to restrain himself, knowing that, if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop until he had wasted at least one of his precious rounds. Besides, there'd be time for real laughter when this was all over. For now, it was time to get to work... As the seventh round ended, and the universe returned to normal speed, nobody was quite sure what to do. Ghaleon looked around puzzled, wondering exactly where his foe had gone, what those speakers were doing in the arena, and what, exactly, was in his hand. As the Magic Emperor looked over at the offending object, and the members of the audience suddenly realized what they were holding, an almost perfect rendition of Ghaleon's voice burst out over the speakers, uttering the phrase "Not Ghaleon, dear Quark... Magical Girl Ghaleon!", then breaking into what would forever be known as the "Magic Emperor" remix of "I Feel Pretty." A second later, the laughing started. A second after that, the carnage began. About a week later, Ghaleon was having an incredibly bad day. While, technically, he had won his battle with TimeLord, and did have the dubious honor of requiring about half of Godlike to take him down after he had gone berserk, the complete and utter humiliation made him wish he had just forfeitted the second he saw the smiling Mystic with his backpack. He'd never be able to destroy all of the pictures, let alone the videos now floating around the internet, and that bastard had hidden himself away and locked the gates behind him. The entire damn League was laughing at him behind his back, save for his Employer, whose disturbing multi-voiced laughter was constantly echoing all around him instead. At least, the Magic Emperor mused to himself as he surfed through the internet, hunting down as many of the servers carrying images from the ordeal as he could, this was probably about as bad as it could get. That was when he noticed the announcement as to the premier of a brand new anime - "Magical Girl Ghaleon." In case you were wondering, the bodies never were found. Ghaleon: 32 Dark_YamiYugi
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