Oh sweet season XXX. Royce may not spring to mind when you think of the theme, but she really is what this season is all about. Blond and buxom? Check. Tattoos in interesting places? Big check. Potential sister action? Yep, and her sister is competing too! Fiery tentacles? Checkmate! Oh yes, this Vile Tribe member surely captures the essence of the season. Of course, she’s drawn fellow sexpot Fujin, but Royce won’t let lesser competition hinder her. A few pokes with her fiery tentacles, and the frail Angry Eyepatch should go down. Those tentacles are handy in so many ways...
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FUJIN NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION. HER SAI IS THE WIND, HER FOOT THE EARTH. NOT THAT FUJIN NEEDS MUCH OF EITHER TO HANDLE ROYCE. THE ASSISTANT TO THE HEAD OF THE DISCIPLINARY COMMITTEE IS FAR TOO BADASS TO BE SLOWED DOWN BY GHALEON'S LOSER FLUNKY. BOSS IMMUNITIES STOP ROYCE'S STATUS ATTACKS. EVEN MORE AWESOME BOSS HP STOPS ROYCE'S PUNIER PHYSICALS. FUJIN SMASH. FUJIN WIN. AND, IN RECOGNITION OF THE SEASON'S THEME, FUJIN ALSO WOULD HIT THAT, IF IT PLEASES THE CROWD. FUJIN'S AWESOME AT MAKING PEOPLE HAPPY LIKE THAT.
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Lurking Registered User
It's a fact that most modern folks know: Fire consumes oxygen to burn.
Royce uses fire.
Fujin uses wind.
Of course, this isn't the most apt analogy for this fight.
That would be if fire consumed wind, chewed it up, and spat it out, then did a mexican hat dance on wind's steaming corpse.
Royce: 66
Fujin: 38
Pyro
What would season XXX be without a little bondage?
Much less agonizing and humiliating, as a Flame-Bird bound Fujin found out to her dying horror.
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