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Belial (Wild ARMs 4) |
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A genetically enhanced super-mutant fell before the power of the true master of Space, and now some pirate girl thinks she'll try? Hah! What foolishness this mortal woman displays, to even think of facing someone as powerful as Belial. And what's more, she has the gall, the sheer [i]arrogance[/i], to bring a [i]scythe[/i] into battle!? Oh, Belial will not let this taunt go unpunished. With the mind-numbing speed that exceeds even Piastol's own, the honorary member of Brionac will pound this pretentious girl into the ground while her Distortion Field makes a complete mockery of the dreaded Tempest Dance. Only one woman has the right to lay hands on any Scythe, and that is Belial herself. Piastol may be a Godlike champion, but today, she will pay for her insolence. |
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You think you're the fastest thing in Godlike, wench? Fond of mocking people behind that little space-warp? The Angel of Death's got some bad news for you. The distortion you're so fond of throwing against people? Worthless. Even if you somehow manage to out-speed Piastol, your usual trick of annoying people to death with Tank Drops will do no good. It's instant death for Belial if she's slower, as Tempest Dance will teach her the folly of her ways. If she somehow manages to go first and throw up a shield? Ahahahah. Deluge pierces Distorton with ease. It's not be as flashy as Tempest Dance, but it still shreds her in a few attacks. Beating up this wannable speedster's just the practice Piastol needs on her way to taking her third Godlike championship. |
superaielman .."Scouting? That's unlike you, boy. You're much more likely to attack with some half baked plan and hope it doesn't get your ass kicked." "Yeah, how much fun did you have recovering from an Anima ass kicking, geezer? Just follow my lead and let's watch the fight." "I'm watching, you foul mouthed brat. Or perhaps I should be taking the time to teach you to respect your elders." "Will you two shut it? You're like a bad sitcom. Here comes Piastol and Belial now." Orlandu, Edge, and Fuse had set up camp in a skybox reserved for Godlike champions, Orlandu had managed to get them in. They were watching the action. Belial and Piastol met in the center of the ring. All three of the fighters in the box were noted for being extremely quick, and they could barely keep up with the action. Almost as soon as the bloody combat started, it stopped. Belial crumpled to the floor, mortally wounded from Piastol's attacks. The Angel of Death barely looked winded. To the surprise of Orlandu and Fuse, a cloaked figure floated over to where Belial was standing, and threw what looked to be a bright orange feather at her. The results were instanteous. Belial popped right back up, and Piastol began tearing into her again. Edge just grinned. "That worked well, eh? Mewtwo was more than happy to assist me in throwing a few dozen Phoenix downs on Piastol and Belial. He'll also be helping us take down Galcian next week. Why? Well.. he's had his own run ins with Skies of Arcadia bosses, and he just lost to Belial. Besides which, he wants no part of Galcian in a downgrade pool." "Boy, if you could pull this much off now, why are you waiting to pound Piastol and co into the dirt?" "To make the pain last longer. Those three will regret costing Rydia her match. Kicking my ass? Fine, sure. Nothing personal there. Those three went too far, and I'm going to make them pay. Slowly. Now let's go take care of the first idiot. Let's go pound Ramirez into the dirt." Belial: 12 |
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