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Zio (Phantasy Star 4) |
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Hail and tremble, warriors of Godlike, before the man with the plan in the service of the one true (dark) god, Zio. He will be the first to greet the newly crowned Heavy champ, Sierra, upon her ascension to Godlike. And what a reception it'll be! There will be Dark Waves everywhere, and the effect of Sierra's paltry runes will be laughable against Zio. The layabout vampire may have some healing, but it's not going to last long against Zio's dark onslaught. Truely a terrible draw for the Sierra, but them's the breaks. In Godlike, it's slay or be slain, and now it's Zio's turn to take up the Psycho Wand and strike for his enemy's weak point for massive damage! |
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A Heavy belt, a new division and a bevy of fresh blood to sip at her leisure. Sierra Mikain could not ask for anything more after the leisurely stroll she took last season, wreaking havoc and madness among Heavy. Now, dwelling a division more suitable to her name, Sierra heads onto her newest victim - a lowly dark magician with a suicidal streak and inappropriate reverence for a generic dark god. Which is to say she won't have much of a problem. Stealer of Souls should keep her alive, and a Black Shadow finisher will put this pathetic mage down for the count. Divisions change, but some people just don't know their place, it seems. Sierra should fix that in a hurry. |
Taishyr Sierra rose slowly as her opponent elegantly entered the arena. "A pleasure to meet you, Zio." A smooth voice, with nary a tremor of anticipation or fear. Zio said nothing, simply staring at Sierra. After a second, she frowned. "How rude. Staring at a woman is hardly polite, good sir. If you continue this, I-" "You are a vampire! You are!" Sierra blanched. "Oh. Oh, no. Please, no." "MISTRESS OF DARKNESS! PLEASE, DRAW MY BLOOD!" "GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU GOTHIC EMO FREAK!" "So." Maya said, idly munching on popcorn. "Who knew Zio was a closet goth?" Chaz and Garan shook their heads. Mewtwo idly raised a paw, and Maya gave him a look of pity. "Well, at least this is amusing." Garan gave a soft snort. "Well, it's better than discussing magical theory with those blowhards in Light, at least. Suikoscrubs. Can they get any more dense?" *"Yes."* the other three chimed in at once. Garan snorted again, and proceeded to settle in for the long haul, which quickly ended as Sierra ran out of the arena, Zio hot on her heels. "Well, good. Zio wins, let's go home." The end result of the chase was Sierra calling upon Freya and Quina and the three proceeding to beat Zio's brains out, in case you wondered. Zio: 45 |
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