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Heel, dog. Beg for mercy, not that it'll do any good. The lord and ruler of the world's here, and there will be mercy for none. Ursula's vaunted status tricks do her no good here, and nor do her pathetic attempts at damage. Firearms? It'd take far more than a little girl with a hairtrigger to threaten Valua's leading Admiral. Terminal's far more than most heavies can handle, and Ursula's no different. A few swings will slaughter her and leave Galcian with an easy win. Not a memorable fight, but that doesn't matter. All people will remember is how Galcian got one step closer to avenging his wrongful downgrade to Heavy. |
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The brave warrior of the Empire has made it through one round in this Heavy field - and with that she comes against another imperial soldier of a different land, the Admiral Galcian. This will be a tooth and nail affair - for every Inferno she casts he can counter with Eternum, putting her very life at risk every time Galcian casts the spell. For every shot she fires he can counter with a sword stroke in revenge. Ursula must stand tall, rely on her guts, and never surrender to withstand Galcian's assault long enough to win this intense fight. But with her repeater and legion of useful spells, she has just what it takes to do that. |
superaielman dge's smirk said it all. "Boys, we have a simple plan here. Piastol's currently occupied. Galcian's about to start his fight with Ursula. Based on the intel I've gathered, it's going to be a short bloody fight that Galcian wins. That's fine, I don't want Rydia to go to a pool. Next week, those two will pay." "But this week? This week, we handle Ramriez. He's standing guard outside the arena. The idiot expects me to sneak on by and start trouble with Galcian, so he hired a bunch of scrubs to stand guard inside and chose to personally guard the enteryway. Let's make him suffer for his choice." Edge drew his Katanas and walked over to where Ramirez was standing, with a big grin on his face. "Heya, asshat. Remember attacking me a few weeks ago? That was fun, ganging up on someone and beating them down! So much fun I decided to try it myself! Oh Geezer, show Ramirez what I mean." *SNAP* Ramirez's sword didn't even get out of the sheath before Orlandu's Hellcry Punch shattered it, sending pieces of his weapon flying in every direction. "Oh. Weapons? You won't need those. Fuse?" ' A LastShot out of nowhere knocked Ramirez to the ground, interrupting his attempt to fire off some kind of spell. Ramirez was bleeding heavily from his swordarm, now completely useless from Orlandu's attack. Edge walked slowly over to Edge. "Oh, the pain's just beginning for you, I'm afraid. And afterwards, Fuse is going to lock you up and throw away the key for a while. Heh heh heh." Ramirez went even paler than usual as the three fighters closed in on him. --- Galcian had beaten Urusla quickly enough. He opened the massive doors of the arena, and prepared to go relax. Time to go get Ramirez and have a drink in closest watering hole. There's nothing like the taste of suce- Galcian stopped dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. The door, floor, and walls were all covered in blood. Someone had gotten hurt bad out here. Shards of what looked like a broken set of equipment were strewn all over the place. The Valuan Admiral blanched when he saw a message scribbled on the wall. It was written in blood, and carved into the wall itself with a piece of a sword. THe emblem of the Silvites shined clearly on the fragmented blade. It didn't take long to read or get the general message. "You're next." Galcian: 42 |
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