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After an insulting loss to Anastasia and her cohorts way back in season 7, Albedo is back and ready for revenge. The Sword Magess won’t pose nearly as large a threat this time, even with her speed boosters and high damage through Impulse. With his ability to drain FP, do some speed-buffing of his own, inflict confusion, and deal massive damage after one round of charging, Albedo holds the clear advantage in this match despite somewhat suspect defense and HP. |
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Having put down the cunning Menardi with the power of her friends and Impulse, Anastasia Valeria faces a new opponent this week. With his powerful ethers and extensive supply of boss HP, Albedo is a worthy foe. But Anastasia has plenty of healing with Refresh and Blade Heal, and her Salvation skill will always be there to give her another chance. Furthermore, she can buff up her speed, so she'll get the edge in initiative she needs to smack down Albedo for good. |
Zenthor A season ago- "Oh, manservant?" "Dood..." "Marivel should be fetching the latest boy soon. I'll need you to lotion him up for me, of course." The platinum-white prinny sighed. "Dood..." -Now- Albedo clenched his hands, visions of little boys and little girls being lubed up by two malformed penguin hands in his head. He looked straight ahead at Anastasia, who leaned upon the Argetlahm. "Not but a few weeks out of your sentence and you're already hunting little girls in the playground, eh, Manservant?" Anastasia shook her head. "Tsk tsk, someone wants to go back to a one-word vocabulary so soon." "You shut your damn mouth!" Albedo's began laughing, because although angry, he's also still bat-shit insane. "You don't know what it's like, do you? To have to grease up little ones without being able to have my own way with them? You're a sick woman." Anastasia grinned. "Why thank you." Albedo went on with his laughter. "But now, at last, revenge shall be mine! Hahahahahaha!!" He placed his hands on his head, and lifted. "Hahahahahaa----Eck!" The crowd burst in laughter. Little girls giggled throughout the stadium, and everyone was pointing and laughing. Well, except Morte, who has no hands. Albedo's head was hanging by a single strap of skin. "No, no... this can't be happening!" Albedo exploded into a fit of rage at the loss of his last parlor trick. "First my dignity, now my pride! This is your fault! I'll kill you! I'll kill you with Death!" Albedo ran at Anastasia, head flopping, fists flying. It would have been a hilarious sight for the Sword Magess, if she hadn't recieved a face full of fist seconds later. "Wow, I haven't seen a man beat a woman like that since I took a tour of the deep south!" one of the generic announcers exclaimed. "Dude, not cool! You're going to get us fired again" said Generic Announcer number two. Albedo: 31 |
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