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The Godlike tank rolls into the next round, and right into a classic swordsmen matchup! While everyone waits and hopes for Luca's various perscription drugs to take effect, he'll have to hold off on them yet again to keep his edge for this fight. Melfice is speedy and trickier, while Luca is slower and more powerful. Despite whatever flowery language you try to dress the fight up in, it's that classic breakdown that the fight ultimately comes to. In the end, the one who will come out on top will be the one who fills their niche best and outcompetes the opposition completely, ensuring the domination of this battle and of this season. Who will that be? Does anyone honestly want to doubt the man chosen by the Beast Rune? Of course not. Let's hope Melfice is ready to rumble... |
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Luca loves ranting about killing and pigs, but the highland prince won't be doing much of that once he's shushed. All of Luca's durability and strength doesn't matter a whit if he can't damage Melfice, and once Shhh is slammed down, all Melfice has to do is evade and wear Luca out. Easy enough, with his perfect evasion and large skillset. Wailing Soul Slash isn't even needed this fight if Melfice is feeling insulting, as he can just poison Luca and watch his life slowly bleed out as he misses over and over with triple slash. It's a tough road this season for the Horn of Valmar, as he battles his second Godlike champion in as many weeks- make no mistake, Melfice will be victorious and will possibly get a chance to avenge himself against Myria for ending his last championship run. |
SageAcrin "And then I killed them all! Whole damn village of the worthless rats!" Luca boasted, as he probed Meflice's defenses. "Hah, generic, nameless, faceless rats? You haven't lived until you've stabbed a woman you've known straight through the heart, while feeling the raw, surging power of darkness run through your veins!" Melfice laughed, as he feinted. "...Huh. That does sound pretty good." Luca noted, frowning. "...and yeah, I really could go for a village slaughtering right now. Never got to do that, worthless brother kept tailing me around." Melfice muttered. --- "...Well, Luca just puked on the bartender and passed out. Can we count that as a win for Melfice?" Ellen half-sputtered in disgust, as she swirled a glass of wine. "I swear, judging matches where the idiots decide to go get drunk instead of fighting..." She shook her head. "Don't look at me, you were the one that kept saying Melfice taking off his shirt and yelling 'WOOOOOO!' wasn't enough to disqualify him." Terra said, sighing. "Those bastards have to have planned to step out of the arena at the same time, it just doesn't make any sense any way else. Anyways, fine, sure, Melfice wins, whatever, let's get out of here before Melfice tries to hit on us." Luca Blight: 21 |
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