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It’ll be a miracle if this malicious little sprite even lets Malik show up for the match, much less have a chance at winning it. All it’ll take is a bit of status blocking (which Secret of Mana equips are quite good at) and a simple spell, and the so-called Prophet will be a sitting duck for whatever Popoi wants to do to him. What spell is that, you ask? Why, it's the one that Malik fears above all others: Speed Down. After a shot of that, Popoi could even physical him to death. This sleazy Prophet is about to get a lesson in playing dirty that he won’t soon forget. |
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Look, Mother! A little sprite wishes to thwart my run, to steal from me the prize money that I will use to to fund your revival! I cannot allow this! How shall I deal with this little runt? A little Chaos Disorder to render him confused and helpless? Or simply put him into Misery with Tri Injury, so my Eliminate Scanner can put send him to the afterlife once and for all? Whatever the method, I will stop at nothing to win! Your life depends on it, Mother, and with my perfect evasion and determination, I will send this sprite to its grave if he interferes! |
SageAcrin "So, wait. He's going to do to me what I've been doing to other people? That's not fair!" Popoi yelled. "He can't just walk in and do that!" "The irony here is crushing." Purim said, giggling. "Yep, he's going to walk in and shut you up with one shot. Not something anyone else could pull off!" Purim added, giggling a bit louder. "Oooooh. You wait, Purim! I'm going to make you regret that!" Popoi said, running out of the room. "...Was that a good idea? You know how he gets when he's angry." Randi asked, curiously. "Oh, come on. We're friends. He hasn't played any pranks on me in ages..." Purim shrugged. --- "Hah! You think you're so great? I've got one attack that will kill you dead!" Popoi called out confidently. "Hmmm? What are you talking about, you ridiculous midget?" Malik asked, puzzled. He knew Popoi couldn't possibly do anything useful to him... "This! Distracting Blossom!" Popoi called, as he summoned Jinn. And, carried on a fierce wind, a hundred pictures bombarded Malik. "...Pictures of Purim half-naked?" Malik asked, puzzled, as he looked through the candidly taken pictures of Purim in various states of undress. "What ever would I do with the-AUGH!" "That's mine!" Sten yelled, as he blasted Malik in the chest with his Missile spell, rushed by, and snatched the luckily-not-on-fire picture from his hands. Malik didn't have a chance to respond, for various other perverts were similarly pummeling him for chances at the pictures. "...Huh, that wasn't quite how I expected to win, but-" "Winner, due to interference...Malik!" A judge called out. "...oh, figures, the one time in a thousand there's a stickler-for-the-rules judge, I get him." Popoi said, sighing. "YOU LITTLE WORTHLESS BRAT!!!" "And now Purim's noticed. Oh well." Popoi said, quickly hauling out a drum. "Glad I made sure to take this before I came out here!" He added, as he called Flammie. --- "Heheheh. Well, at least I got away safely." Popoi said, grinning, from the back of the white dragon. "Yep. You sure did." Purim said, grinning. Then she kicked Popoi off Flammie. "You forgot, he picks up everyone, if they're nearby the person who used the drum!" Purim called out, as Popoi soared majestically to the ground. Ultimately, Popoi was more or less found intact. Sprites take impacts well. But his pride was hurt. Therefore, he's still looking for a way to repay Purim enough for what she did to him. Popoi's exacting brain being how it is, it'll probably take him half a dozen seasons to just decide exactly the best place to tie her up naked (With a covering layer of chocolate mousse.) so Purim's pretty safe for now. Popoi: 22 |
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