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Malik Benedict (Wild Arms 3) |
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Buoyed by fellow Prophet Leehalt's success in the arena last season, the most powerful (and least stable) of Filgaia's mad scientist trio finally makes his long-awaited return to the arena this week. And wouldn't you know it, Malik gets another chance to put to work the array of skills that got him to Godlike's door seventeen seasons ago. His foe has no defence against his wealth of status attacks: One hit with Disorder, Tri-Injury or the unfocused Chaos Dimension will reduce the mage to his pathetic physical attacks, which have no effect on the perfectly evasive Prophet. With the speed to get these off before his opponent can get his own offense started, Malik will start another march toward what he almost achieved once before: a Heavy championship. |
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Edwin Odesseiron, Red wizard of Thay, intends to make his mark on the Duelling League, and an addle-brained simian like Malik isn’t going to stop him from doing it. Forget combat ability - with a few biting remarks about Malik's dear mother, the clever, sharp-tongued Edwin can shatter his brain, reducing Malik to a quivering headcase. And even if that doesn't work out, Shadow Door, which renders Edwin untargetable by magic, will save him from all of Malik’s status attacks. From there, he can easily outrace the prophet’s mediocre speed, while Edwin’s powerful magic will outdamage Malik’s pathetic Eliminate Scanner by a huge margin. Tremble in fear, useless monkeys of heavy: the greatest wizard in all of Amn is going to liquify you, and he will start with Malik. |
Otter Edwin sized up his opponent. Malik Bendict, the roster had called him. The slightest inspection revealed him to be swaggering, energetic, and quite obviously demented. "(Another half-crazed hooligan in wizard's garb. Absolutely disgusting.) Greetings, my most... worthy adversary. This is shaping up to be a match for the ages, I'm sure. But first, pray reveal, oh wise... prophet, was it? (Prophet? What an offensively self-satisfied simpleton.) Pray reveal to me what it is that motivates you here on this field of honorable combat. (And let your blather give me a most adequate opening with which to sear the flesh from your shifty little body.)" The reply came with characteristic bravado, brashness, and what Edwin decided rather quickly to be a distinct lack of brains. He couldn't really be bothered to pay attention to this psycho's meandering monologues, but somewhere in there he caught a bit about using reward money to help "revive my beloved." For roughly the eighth time in as many seconds, a somewhat malicious thought struck him. "Hold there. You wish to revive your loved one, yes? Your fiance was bit by a viper and you wish a lute with which to open Cerberus's gates?" "Fiance? I told you, I'm going to bring back my dear Mother." "...Nevermind, then. (Depraved lunatic. My conscience is as clear as diamonds.) But regardless, I may be of some assistance. Would you like to know the location of a very powerful magical scroll, buried within ancient and uncharted ruins, that could help make your... beautiful dream become a reality?" The terms were agreed upon shortly thereafter. Malik threw the match in exchange for a hastily-drawn map to the Nether Scroll, which was lying right where Edwin had first found it. As for the rest, well, Edwin considers that a bonus to the glory of his debut win. Malik Benedict: 16 |
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