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The Man in Blue has returned to the semifinals - where he was once vanquished by the warrior who would become that season's Champion. But Virgil has no intention of letting history repeat itself. He will put all his arcane energies to the task of destroying Rashidi. With a boost from Flare Wing S, Eternal Storm should rip through even Rashidi's impressive defenses. And given Rashidi's middling HP, it should only take a couple blows to render the Wiseman no more than a smear on the arena floor. If death itself couldn't put down Virgil, what chance does a mere sorcerer stand? |
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Using his mind and his magic with equal disregard for his enemies' life, Wiseman Rashidi has made a very painful impression on godlike this season. Ness and Lucia lie as stark, painful reminders of his power, and next on his list of victims is Virgil. His breakneck speed allows for him to fire off many shots at Virgil in the blink of an eye, and his Windshot attack breaks Virgil's excellent ether defense while not opening Rashidi up to any risks. And, if the battle settles into a slugfest, Lifesuck can provide healing and give Rashidi that extra attack or two to put the man in blue six feet under. |
superaielman "...Mm. And I'll expend all of my mystic energy battling Sephiroth, and yet, I am unable to best Virgil?" Rashidi stared at his crystal ball. It spoke truly, and yet... "If I'm going down, it shall be on my own terms." --- Sephiroth raised Masamune overhead, it's gleaming blade covered in Chaos's blood. Victory had not been easy, but it hadn't been the hardest thing Seph had done in his long, glorious Duelling League career. His post match interview had been going well, until the mics had cut off without warning. To his surprise, an older looking man walked into the center of the ring, with a wry smile on his face. "You're the one they call Sephiroth?" Seph merely nodded at this, and wondered who this feeble old man was. As soon as his head stopped moving, the old man's hands began glowing with bright energy. Sephiroth was soon surrounded by six shifting colors. Looking annoyed Seph slashed fulitely against the barrier. "Ah.. young man, I'm afraid you can't escape quite that easily." The barrier quickly closed in on Sephiroth, and split into six different colors. The red part of the barrier seared Seph's skin upon contact, while the blue part of the barrier froze his flesh solid upon touching. The purple part crackled with the power of lighting, while the green part seared with the power of the very physical wind. At the very top of the barrier swirled pure light, which charred at a mere touch, and darkness at the bottom, which consumed any parcel of light or matter that entered it. The barrier stood like that for a minute, closing in and making Sephiroth suffer, while the arena sat in stunned silence. The colors began swirling and closing in extremely quickly, to the point where Sephiroth was no longer visible. In a sudden flash of blinding light, the barrier closed into a single point of nothingness, then exploded in a hue of colors. As the air cleared, there was only one man standing in the ring. Rashidi stood, obviously out of energy and worn out from his incredible display of power. Sephiroth was nowhere to be seen, nor was the few pieces of the ring that had survived that incredible spell. The Wiseman raised his hand in the air, and laughed briefly. He then dropped to the ground, dead from the effort it took to create such an incredible spell. ---- Virgil sat in the bar reserved for Godlikes, nursing a beer. The viewscreen set up showed the carnage in the ring from Rashidi's sudden assault... well, what was left of the ring. The sounds of wild cheering where heard in the backround, as people celabrated the painful fate of long time powerhouse Sephiroth. It wasn't often he got burned like that. Rashidi's foe cared not at all for that. He had seen a great show, and possibly, a weakness in his foe next week. Virgil tipped his drink at the viewscreen which focused in on Rashidi, who obviously wasn't going to be able to show for his match. Virgil smijed, and said the four words that summed up that entire event. "Hell of a trick." Luis Virgil: 29 |
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