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Emelious de Pamela (Grandia 3) |
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Emelious continues to tear through Godlike this week! It doesn't seem fair that anyone (let alone him) should be gifted with his combination of durability, power, and agility, yet that is reality, and five victims have already been stunned by the unfairness of it all (to Emelious' ironic pleasure). Valvalis will be a sixth, and she'll put up even less resistance than the rest: her own offence consists entirely of evadable physical attacks, which can not touch the lightning-quick warrior of despair, while Emelious' own unerring Spirit Wail will encounter no such difficulties against the Mistress of Gales! |
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This is the Godlike Champion? This worthless, self-loathing, whiny, shameful, ugly-looking trash is the Godlike champion?! This is an affront to all that is evil and windy! Oh, the critics may chuckle, mock Valvalis' prowess against those immune to Weak, but they have forgotten a critical wisdom. Yes, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned indeed! That foul champion of emo will find his assault unloaded for naught against Valvalis' defensive spin, and will suffer ultimate humiliation as she slaps the would-be cutter to death! Oh yes, the Fiend of Wind will not tolerate this injustice any more, and Emelious shall feel her wrath! |
SageAcrin A brilliant slash. A confused, horrified gasp from the crowd, then a stunned silence. The battle was over even before it began. --- "...what the hell is that?" Jecht wondered aloud from his seat in the judge's box, as the fourty-foot tall cloaked being, standing behind Valvalis, proceeded to slash a horrified Emelious in two. "...why me." Valvalis sighed, staring up at the figure. She knew how such aid went in the Duelling League. Especially since she could see inside the cloak from her angle. Moments later, the entire world knew, as, cackling madly, the figure proceeded to throw off it's cloak, revealing... "AHAHAHAHAHAHA! You fools! You condemned me, you insulted me, you called me pathetic and a failure and said that damned Paladin could beat me alone, but look at me now! Witness the true power of Grand Milon X, and despair!" It yelled through loudspeakers, as a giant, towering, demonic, entirely mechanical robot proceeded to blast the stands with lightning cannons. "...that's it, I'm not drunk enough to handle this." Jecht noted, as he shrugged at the other judges and waved at a (fleeing) waiter to bring him some alcohol. --- Naturally, Milon's robotic form, like every other form of Milon, turned out to be relatively weak; Ultimately, Giant Chu-Chu and Grand Milon X were seen to have a long, epic battle. While Milon X ultimately won, damage was too great, and it sadly collapsed. Then exploded. Then fell over, sank into a lake, then exploded a few more times. Then the lake started boiling. Ultimately, Milon's still proud of his escapades, which perhaps says quite a bit about his self-esteem. Valvalis, naturally, lost by interference-a fellow cast member, yet. Naturally, she took it out on Milon. Sure, she probably would have lost anyways, but does she really need an excuse for that? And who would make a giant robotic Milon wielding a huge sword, you ask? Several hours after the match, Lexis Shaia found himself clad in superhero garb with a massive headache. The first words he uttered were a declaration to swear off Jolt Cola. Needless to say, that won't last. Emelious de Pamela: 45 |
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