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God(s) help Lloyd. He's drawn the unenviable task of staring down the twisted creator of the Junkyard. Jenna Angel's brutal arsenal is far beyond what Lloyd's ever face down before. It's not the first time Lloyd's had to take the field against someone who's got him outgunned. Just ask Dart and crew, or Melbu Frahma. He backs down from no one, not even a freak who somehow spawns demonic brats. The good thing for Lloyd is that Jenna's neither fast nor tough. He'll get a chance to put his large speed advantage to use, and hit Jenna several times before she can access Bhairavai. Lloyd's going to make every single shot count and strike as hard as possible, and hope for the best. Also to his benefit is Jenna's complete ineptness before shifting forms. That's about all the advantages you can ask for against someone who literally can destroy a universe with the power of her mind. |
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An angel descending from the heavens to battle a dragon-slayer. It's poetic, in a way. And despite her...unconventional nature...you can rest assured that Jenna Angel's arrival into Godlike is divine intervention. Hari-Hara is a deadly force, with the powers of multiple Hindu gods, and these powers will rip apart Godlike without a second thought. Lloyd has held a tenuous grip on his Godlike ranking anyway, but this will finally tip him over the edge. Bhairava, backed up by a plethora of -kaja magic and Debilitate, will be more than enough to end his feeble attempts to stave off a downgrade. Lloyd's strongest magic won't even faze Hari-Hara's divine form, and his sword-skills will be useless against a few Debilitates. The frail Wingly shall fall to a few Bhairavas, removing this tarnish from Godlike's annals, and driving Jenna upwards towards the pillar of enlightenment that is a championship. |
SageAcrin Lloyd couldn't possibly have fought Jenna. The competition dominated him too incredibly. There was only a quick flight, and then oblivion took him. --- "...you don't normally see bishie types in here." Brad noted, as he glanced down at the passed-out form of Lloyd in the seat next to him. "They're too afraid of-" Brad cut off his sentence, calmly pulled out a Rail Gun, and proceeded to blast a drunken Badrach through a wall, and on out into the street, just before he managed to cop a feel of Lloyd. "-that sort of thing." Brad finished. "What's with him?" He asked the bartender, curiously. "Would you like a drink, sir?" "...I have to stop trying to talk to the NPCs." Brad muttered, shaking his head. "I heard the poor *&%$ bastard just shrieked like a little girl, then ran out, when he saw Jenna." Barret shrugged. "Who knows what's wrong with him." --- Lloyd dried out three weeks later, and tried hard to forget the fact that he'd met someone more androgynous than himself, nay, someone at the very pinnacle of androgyny. Of course, Jenna could have clarified exactly why she's like this to him, but she probably would have just killed him repeatedly and incredibly painfully instead, so it's just as well, really. Lloyd: 7 |
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