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Cecilia's in a quandary. She has so many ways to kill Beatrix, she can't decide which to use! Should she finish the battle immediately with Prison (after Dispelling Beatrix's Reflect, of course)? Or maybe draw things out a bit longer with Confuse and Sleep? Cast Quick, then use double-turns to overwhelm her with pure damage? Of course, she could always just keep on healing, buff her speed, defense, and evasion to the max whenever she can Dual Cast, then laugh as Beatrix does single digit damage to her. Such a problem, such a problem... |
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The Alexandrian General is ready for her most gruesome challenge yet. After defeating a dark emperor, a Karayan warrior and a boy with a katana, Beatrix is ready to face a princess. A sweet, determined princess. But even Beatrix's loyalty to the higher ranks of nobility will do naught to stop her from victory. With the power of Shock to bypass Ceclilia's magic defense and evasion, and enough healing to outlast the princess, the female paladin is confident that she can finally claim a second Heavy championship and work her way up to Godlike. |
Sei Stoic, straight, and sure. This was the appearance of Beatrix, feared general of the Alexandrian Knights as she stood in the center of the ring with no small amount of worry in her mind. Everyone she had spoken to, rivals, friends, and fans, had told her that she had no chance outside of her plot battle forms that would get her disqualified faster than it would take for Orlandu to slaughter Serge, and she knew in the depths of her hearts that this was true. Even so, she would see this fight to the bitter end. Her honor and pride as the legendary white knight of Alexandria demanded nothing less. And thus, with hand on the Save the Queen, and stance ready to attack at a moment's notice, Beatrix waited and waited, until Cecilia finally stepped into the arena amidst the combined cheers and jeers of the ever-fickle crowd. This was it, she thought as she drew her sword and sprang forward in one fluid motion. It didn't matter if she won or lost, whatever the outcome she would show everyone why she once held the title of Heavy Champion! "Sleep" Sleep? Beatrix wondered as the magician finished her spell amidst the throes of the Shock technique. Why did she use that instead of Prison? She found out when she woke up three minutes later, and immediately wished she hadn't. In her months fighting in the Dueling League, Beatrix had heard of the one called Luca Blight, the Mad Prince of highland that possessed the strength and ferocity of a beast from hell. And in the one time she had watched the White Wolf fight a long time ago, she had learned to respect his might. With a speed that allowed him to deal three blows to his opponent's one, a defense that made him take the most powerful of spells with barely a scratch, and power to take on eighteen well-trained warriors and still be at an advantage, there were few who could match him in a duel to the death. And yet, despite his impressive resume, he would have looked absolute puny compared to the quintuple-turning, damage-nulling, perfect evading, constantly countering, status and ID immuning, double-damage dealing, magic-absorbing, spell-reflecting stat goddess that was Cecilia after she had buffed herself with all of her enchantments. Multiple times. The master magician, with massive white aura flaring around her slight figure from the ludicrous amounts of white spells she had used on herself, walked towards Beatrix… …and bowed. "I'm really sorry about this", she said in a very sincere voice. "But between perverted Knights, embarrassing commercials, and annoying girls in harem pants, I've had a very stressful month, and Jane told me that she always felt better after hitting things. Unfortunately, I seem to have misplaced my Precis and Tidus punching bags." Then she straightened up and smiled sheepishly. "I really hope you won't mind if I use you as a stress-relief dummy for the rest our match." "Um…" Beatrix replied, not exactly sure how to reply to that. "Thank you." Cecilia replied cheerfully, before she cast Rage on herself and charged. Stoic, straight, and sure. This was everything but the appearance of Beatrix as Cecilia Blight, the mad princess of Adlehyde, beat her to a bloody pulp with a staff while screaming a merry "Die Pig!!!!!". Cecilia Lyne Adelhyde: 45 khaki_knight
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