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Very little in the human world can withstand the surreal madness instilled by a one-eyed space rooster, let alone defeat the infinite power it holds. Why should a dragon be any different? Lavos, a Lovecraftian horror of endless power, shall prove this against Teepo. While the arrogant Brood member is fairly durable and damaging, Lavos' offense is on a completely different scale. Add in a level of speed that is practically unimaginable, and it seems clear that Lavos will crush Teepo, leaving him to wither under the searing might of Dreamless, before finally extracting his entire existence from that body! |
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Strange looking devourers of time don't get out much, so its easy to see why Lavos doesn't know that Godlike belongs to the dragons. Teepo may only be on the lower end of that hierarchy, but he's still no slouch! Both Teepo and Lavos have durability to spare, so it'll be a drawn out slugfest to the end… exactly the way the Godlike crowd likes it! It'll be mano a mano, dragon to... porcupine thing? Horseshoe crab? Pincushion? Anyway, Howling is out, so Teepo has to rely on his trusty and devastating Triple Blow to get the job done, and, in fighting, just like in comedy, the Rule of Three always wins. |
Gatewalker "Oh Teepo!" Myria called out to her servant as he was heading out to his match, "Here, I got you a present. Just a small reward for all your years of loyal service." Teepo accepted the small giftbag with a flourish, "I am not worthy, my lady." The goddess smiled, "Go on, open it." The young dragon did so...only to find a small bottle of cologne, "Ah...thank you?" She kept smiling, "It's a very special scent. Nothing else like it in the world. I do hope you'll wear it for your upcoming victory." "Of course, my lady! I am honored to receive any gift from you." As Teepo applied his gift, Myria made her way up to her private box, giggling the whole way. - - - - Hrist and Jade looked down on the match in what can only be described as disturbed horror. Teepo was running in circles, fleeing from Lavos at top speed, though ultimately getting nowhere within the confines of the arena. For her part, Lavos was chasing him, though it didn't seem as if she was exactly trying to kill the young dragon at the times she managed to catch him before he squirmed free. Unlike her servants, Myria was laughing hysterically at the whole thing, "Hehehehe, he's so cute when he's terrified." Putting two and two together, Hrist's eyebrows went up into her hairline, "M'lady...you didn't..." A lilting giggle was Myria's only response as she put on her best innocent face, "La la la~" Lavos: 42 |
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