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Lavitz Slambert (Legend of Dragoon) |
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No knight is as fiercely loyal and determined as the Captain of the First Knighthood of Basil, Lavitz Slambert. His foe may also know of the ways of knighthood, but has no true knightly loyalty, and with the power of his mighty Jade Dragoon form, Lavitz is a force to be reckoned with. With just one casting of his powerful Rose Storm, his already solid defenses will become nigh impenetrable, and a few powerful addition attacks or a swift blow from Gaspless will quickly destroy his opposition. Although Beowulf's status game might seem like a hindrance, as soon as Lavitz transforms into his Dragoon form, he'll be rendered immune to such feeble and dishonorable ploys. The Dragoon Knight will make sure that he will be the only knight standing at the end of this battle! |
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A battle between knights, sword against spear, skill against skill. It appears to hold up as the ideal of chivalric warfare, but frankly that isn't really Beowulf's style. He's always preferred a battle of wits over sheer muscle, and with his effective status skills he'll have just what he needs to force the rather dense Lavitz into a match of the minds. Obviously the Dragoon has a large advantage with his ability to completely immune Beo's tricks once he's taken his Dragoon form, but that's assuming that Beowulf even lets him get that far. In order to don his mighty dragoon armor, Lavitz still has to be capable of normal action, and with such insidious attacks as Sleep, Break and the ever popular Chicken, there is simply no chance that the Jade Dragoon will be able to manage any such feat. |
Gatewalker Remember when Zelda and some other folks had gotten stuck in the DL world for a little while? Well, seems like some small bits of weirdness from their homeworlds came along with them. And didn't leave when they did... "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!!!" Tidus bailed out of his seat at the judges table with speeds that only he could manage, vaulting the wall into the stands and tearing his way through them, heedless of who he had to step on or elbow aside in his haste to escape. Not the kind of behavior one expects from a hero, but a few moments later it suddenly made sense to the confused people who didn't heed his warning. And a few moments after that, those very same people were ripped apart by angry chickens of ultimate doom. The carnage was something that would make the likes of Luca Blight either ill or jealous. Beowulf was torn into literal shreds, his remains coating most of the arena floor. The stands were filled with the dead, those who either ran too late or were simply too stunned to run at all. All the while, the lead chicken circled lazily in the sky above the arena, somehow sporting some stylish green armor and carrying a spear in it's claws. Needless to say, once this mess was cleaned up, Beowulf was awarded the win due to the fact that he had it in the bag anyway before those chickens came along, as well as simple interference rules. One thing's for sure though. After this, it'll be awhile before anyone accuses someone else, especially Lavitz, of "chickening out". Lavitz Slambert: 9 |
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