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The Mars Fire Adept's long absence has been put to use. Saturos is as well-read as any Heavy in the DL, and such knowledge will be put to good use. Lucian's devastating offense requires a rather indirect approach to handle. Saturos's Delusion skill will blind the young Einherjar, making him miss often, disrupting his PWS chain. Protection will soften the blow of his Round Rip Saber PWS, turning it into a grinding battle. Saturos's endurance is far beyond Lucian, who is no tougher than your average human soldier in spite of godhood. Unless his so called Goddess intervenes, Lucian is in deep trouble against the crafty pyschic. |
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After a teaching Middle to fear his wrath, Lenneth’s beloved Lucian has finally returned to show Heavy the might of Shining Bolt. He’ll face a stiff, if often mocked challenge, in his first fight against Saturos. After all, as a former Godlike, Saturos is at least decently durable and fast. Of course, his damage pales in comparison to Lucian’s, especially since the Einherjar’s Ice Coffin even hits Saturos ice weakness, making things even more painful! Between that and the sheer power of Shining Bolt and Round Rip Saber, Mr. Lenneth Valkyrie will soon find himself one step closer to being with his lady love in Godlike while Saturos agonizes. |
Gatewalker Saturos cringed as the dreaded Round Rip Saber slammed into him, sending the sturdy adept sprawling across the floor. Returning to his ready position, Lucian raised his sword, ready to repeat that performance...and blinked at his blade shattered in his hands. Saturos stood up, brushing himself off as he regarded the enherjar with a curious, if somewhat baleful, gaze, "Are you mocking me? Is this your idea of a joke?" Shaking his head, Lucian took a few steps back, "No, no, I...I must have..." hanging his head, he sighed, "I...must have grabbed the wrong weapon. I feel smart right now." Never one to let an opportunity like this pass without capitalizing on it, the Mars Adept shrugged and advanced on his now helpless opponent. This was going to be quick. - - - - - Turning the Ice Coffin over in his hands, Jet shrugged, "I guess it's a nice sword. If you like swords." Opera sipped her drink and shrugged, "I can always get Claude to look it over later if you want. I...think we should just slip it to one of his castmates so he can get it back, though. I don't want to make any more enemies then are strictly necessary." "Eh, sure. I'll let you handle that part. I stole the thing, you can put it back." Scowling at Jet for a moment, she snatched the sword, "Jerk. I'm not so sure we should have done that anyway. I mean, Saturos isn't even one of us, really." Letting her have the sword, Jet knocked back his own drink before replying, "Eh, and Menardi asked us to keep it that way. I kept him out of the pool, he's on his own from here." "Still, was that really the right thing to do?" The sullen ARM user's only reply was a silent shrug. Saturos: 24 |
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