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Tristan Zenobia (Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen) |
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Finally reacquainted with his original division, the valorous prince Tristan dons his armor and blade once again to quarrel with the big dogs. And his first opponent in this new season after many glories in Middle is the foul dramatic vampire lady Hilda Valentine. As such, Tristan will do his earnest to slay this creature of darkness who, travesty of travesties, claims to fight for justice and light! With his breakneck speed and fierce stabs, Tristan will easily tear through the vampire's defenses, and claim victory over her shambles. If she tries one of her tricks, such as Grand Slam, he has the evasion to dodge one shot and end his work in a fell swoop. This will be a fierce fight, but the valorous prince shall vanquish all evildoers this season! |
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Aaaah! Finally, the last of the Valentines gets her chance to shine in the arena! Hilda's nails are done, hair all tied back. and dress immaculately made to fit in preparation for her heroic entry into the Dueling League proper. After all, against this prince of a man, well known for his honor and regality, Hilda should not need any further plans to defeat him; one look and the man will swoon, just like all the rest... though if he doesn't, a measly Grand Slam ends any attempts at a fight he tries to put up, and her durability and full healing are far too much for the poor prince. Really. She signed up for this under the impression people were supposed to duel, not swoon like fools at the sight of her... though a free win is hardly a bad thing! |
Taishyr It's ironic that, despite the best of intentions, Tristan called the match. You see, Slim Hilda looks much like a certain domineering witch from Tristan's own world, and so the masterful warrior came in expecting a simplistic match in which his sword overwhelmed her stuns. The first stunning thing was seeing such a cute girl come into the arena. How could such a delightful young woman ever be called a witch! Surely this was all some sort of mistake! So Tristan called the match and advanced to meet this angel... ...who promptly blasted him out of the arena with a Grand Slam, before transforming back in irritation. She had been looking forward to a real match, darnitall. Tristan Zenobia: 14 |
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