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What a bother. An Einherjar should have better things to do than face musclehead-shaped binary codes. Not that Arngrim does give much of a damn of what a warrior of the gods should or should not do, but. Cliff Fittir may have a comparable build to the Grim Reaper's, and have quite a way with words... however, he just isn't strong enough to fend off a Final Blast, nor to fell Arngrim before his cleaving maneuvers strike home, let alone to face, well, what amounts to essentially a god of battle. Against this vaguely foolish dump of data, Arngrim will just show up and prove his superiority. Videogame characters shouldn't be squaring off against gods, after all. |
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The Klausian martial artist extraordinaire Cliff Fittir is back, and he's going to pulverize someone with his fists! In this case, the first victim is apparently some sort of legendary warrior, but that doesn't intimidate Cliff in the least. Pfft, what kind of a fool brings a sword to a fistfight anyway? Probably how he died in the first place, which just proves how low the standards to becoming an Einherjar are. On the other hand, what's not low is Cliff's physical strength - one might say his might is simply unmatchable, even. Mighty assaults of his frightening FISTS OF FURY should drop this poser soon after the bell rings, and Cliff can move on to less pathetically laughable challenges in the next round. |
Djinn "So what's it like, being undead and all?" asked Cliff from over his bottle. "Eh. Can't complain. You'd be surprised how lively things can be," Arngrim muttered to his new drinking buddy, "What's is like finding out you're actually a video game character?" Cliff cocked an eyebrow, wondering how best to answer the question. He'd only just met Arngrim after the two had a rousing melee in the arena that afternoon. He'd sensed a kindred spirit in the fellow warrior, and he wasn't quite sure how to break the news to him about Arngrim's own fictional status. "Well...?" Arngrim insisted, banging his empty class on the table between them. Cliff grinned, "How about we have a re-match? If you can beat me this time, I'll let you know." Arngrim: 31 Lezard Valeth
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