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If there was ever a knight able to stand up to the mighty Cidoflas Orlandu it is Chris Lightfellow. Both are highly skilled fighters who are very good at their specialities. But Orlandu holds an advantage over Chris in his All Swordskill abilities - his unevadable physical strikes will render her usually formidable Parry skill utterly worthless. However, between her strong armor and fast, powerful and inexpensive healing she still stands a good chance of pulling out a victory. It is a good season for the strong females of the league, not least because Chris is well on her way to taking another Godlike title for the women. |
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True masters of the sword appear but once in a lifetime. For the generation that grew up in Ivalice during the massive conflict that was the Fifty Year War, that man is Cidolfas Orlandu. Blessed with mastery of Dark, Holy, and Divine sword skills, he's mauled any fighters who stand in his way. He's the pinnacle of the ideal of a knightly warrior...and far stronger than a mere upstart like the Silver Maiden can handle. With swordskills to smash Chris's weapon and armor, heal and destroy Chris's limited MP, and inflict pure, devastating damage, Orlandu's literally got all the weapons he needs to tear Chris limb from limb. |
superaielman The Silver Maiden and Thundergod Cid stood in the ring. It was a friendly talk, with a pair of knights exchanging tips. With a handshake Orlandu nodded to Chris. "Crushing perverts is an easy task, if you've prepared the correct bait. Like so." "Armor won't help the heart stay sharp! Shellbust stab!" Instead of heavy armor, Chris suddenly stood in the middle of the arena dressed in.. not much. A sudden flash of Ninja appeared to make a quick grope.. and was stopped by Orlandu's mailed fist being where Chris's body was just a few seconds ago. "The true pervert will strike when given a chance, no matter how small." Orlandu threw the now dazed Edge into the air, and punted him clear out of the arena with a well placed foot. "That's why a knight must always be on her gua-.. Chris?" Orlandu looked around, and saw that Miss Lightfellow had already fled to the back, to avoid oogling. Shrugging, Orlandu sheathed Excalibur, and left the arena. A win is a win. Chris Lightfellow: 25 |
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