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A giant rat against a howling vampire? A perfect match to celebrate our Halloween season! Of course, by now everyone knows how to kill a vampire, and Freya will be sure to bring the whole list to fend off this threat. Garlic cheese will make a tasty snack and fend off Sierra’s teeth, a silver spear will tear apart the vampire’s body with ridiculous ease, and Freya’s special technique, Lun,a will let her control the moon, the vampire’s mistress, and as such bend Sierra to her will. Should Freya be able to launch that first attack, Luna will force Sierra to use her pitiful physicals, making it easy for the dragon knight to completely outslug the frail nightwalker. Watch out, Sierra, for a new terror will soon rule the night. |
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Eeeeeeeeeeeeh, this is going to be pathetic. The mighty Sierra Mikain, bearer of a True Rune (TM), facing off against a glorified female rat wielding a spear named after a bona fide loser such as Kain Highwind? It's as nonsensical as it gets for the lazy vampire, and she's seen her fair share of non-sequitur insanity in her very long days. Oh well, this should end as fast and pointlessly as it started. Being faster than Freya, Sierra will just lift a finger, call for the power of the Darkness Rune and cast Fingertips of Death on Freya. Unable to block instant death in any way, the rat will die in obscurity - as it should. Maybe next week will provide something more interesting to Sierra than a cat-and-mouse game. |
Taishyr "Let me get this straight, young lady. You boast that you can control the moon itself." "Indeed." "Do any... others amongst your cast have such capabilities?" Freya hesitated before responding, "Well, Quina has the power to call upon night, as well, but hers tends to make people drowsy instead of berserk. Look, I don't see why you want this information, but-" Sierra chuckled, a deep, throaty laugh. "Oh, my dear, it's nothing of the sort. I am... looking into assembling a small group of fighters. One must always be vigilant, after all... as such, I'd like to make a business proposition." "What sort of proposition?" Freya asked bluntly. "Well, you see..." --- Locke slowly lifted the necklace from the chest with a grin. "Excellent. Celes'll like thi-" Suddenly, the cave went instantly dark. Locke turned, looking out into an endless night that not even his torch penetrated. "What the hell?" "Return the necklace to the chest, mortal. These are ancient treasures, not meant to be touched by any human." "Who are you?" Locke bellowed. "We will not permit noncompliance." This was the last thing Locke heard, before a lance, fork, fist and invisible claw barreled into him, knocking him unconscious. --- And thus did the world come to fear the Night Sanctifiers. Under the guidance of Brahms, Sierra, Freya and Qui- er. Under the guidance of Brahms, Sierra, and Freya, the group of four roamed the land, purging evil and corruption wherever it was found. Oh. The match? They were too busy hunting down evil and perverts to actually fight each other, so Ness flipped a coin, it turned up heads. Sierra won. Freya Crescent: 25 |
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