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The Slayer of Myria returns! While Menardi's reputation has taken an unfair beating since her successful days in Godlike, she still has more than enough to handle a pouting prettyboy like Luc. Impact raises her physicals to deadly levels, and Death Seize will rend Luc's pitiful defenses and make him writhe and whimper. It doesn't matter the why or how, whatever Menardi chooses to do to smite Luc will be short and bloody. It'll be just the thing to teach the little wind mage a thing or two about which is truly the most powerful element. The power of a so-called True Rune cannot hope to stand up to someone as brutally ruthless as Menardi. |
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He's a master magician, faithful servant of Leknaat, and cool and collected in his attempts to destroy the world. He's also beautiful, riveting! Luc is a bonafide, wonderful bishounen, ready to topple the opposition! Whether it is a taste of Funeral Wind or the Shredding coming from his True Wind Rune, Luc will give a taste of his medicine to Menardi. Not only that, he will show her what it means to have real motives and suffering and pain rather than generic evil nonsense that Menardi spits out. Surely the gods will bless his unlucky soul just once and give him a win over this wretched creature. Luc doesn't want to cry anymore! |
CmdrKing Luc stood in the arena, consumed (as always) but all-encompassing angst. Why am I here? he thought bitterly to himself. It doens't mean anything. Nothing here will alter my horrible fate.... And so on. His opponent, the infamous Menardi, entered, and being a villain of the dastardly persuasion, attacked immediately. Contrary to his reaction, though, Luc had actually anticipated this, and even if he hadn't, Albert still, bafflingly, spoke to him from time to time and said as much. Knowing Menardi was a physically-oriented fighter, he had hoped to be defeated quickly and return to more fruitful brooding-grounds. The attack connected with all the force Menardi could muster. Luc wasn't knocked out in the first hit. Long unused cogs in Luc's mind began turning again, attempting to proccess what had just happened. He had not been knocked out by a single physical strike. Menardi wasn't even a fellow pure mage. Quite the opposite. Menardi had once been a Godlike Champion. The thoughts tumbled and weaved, until at last only one solution presented itself. Luc, quite out of character, burst out laughing. Menardi was livid. "You puny, weak-willed punk! Fight me! You will show me dignity, no matter how little you have!" She reared for another attack, but Luc was too busy to deal with that for the time being. So a sudden whirlwind plucked her off the ground and kept her harmlessly suspended midair. Luc thought aloud. "Of course! It's entirely too simple. The Gods would never destroy us. We live for their amusement. Their playthings. Someone as weak as Menardi could not excel unless it amused the Gods, and she could not fall so far thereafter unless that, too, amused them." Menardi raged in her intangible prison as Luc went on. "So, the secret to success is to be as amusing, in some manner, as possible. Why does Edge succeed while Zidane dies 13 times an hour? Why can Yuri do no wrong? Because that's what the gods find funny." He directed his attention back to his opponent. "And so, the solution to any problem is to do something hilarious. Like... so." Menardi began to perform the most spectacular arial routine seen in the DL since the breakup of the Illustrious Wyndian Four. After a few minutes, though, Luc finally let Menardi fly to parts unknown, accepting his win. "But of course, you can't dwell on any one act long, or the gods might get bored." He strolled towards his corner (for lack of a better word) and swept up the pale woman waiting there. "Come along, Sarah, the show must go on!" Menardi: 21 IhatethisCPU
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