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Freya Crescent (Final Fantasy IX) |
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Her spear raised high, her whiskers shining in the sun, the Burmecian Freya is certainly one of the weirder-looking entrants in this season’s Heavy bracket. Of course, while she may be a rat-woman, she is no stranger to either honor or determination. It is that determination which will be the bane of her first opponent, Lu...er, Rune. While Freya has a variety of tricks, she’ll only need to employ one to win this match: Luna. This frighteningly accurate attack forces everyone on the field to go Berserk, and Rune isn’t exactly the most physically powerful or robust opponent. If the dreaded Dragon Knight can manage to get the first turn against the Esper, her victory is all but assured. |
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The legendary Esper and successor of Lutz makes his long-awaited return to the arena, as he seeks to finally put together a Heavy record befitting a man of his calibre. And his first opponent is...a rat. Well, that seems an unnecessary choice by the schedulers. Rune is already guaranteed to be the most attractive dueller on the stage every week in which he participates, so why pair him off with an ugly rodent? Pure overkill. Fortunately, overkill describes one other thing in this match: the accuracy of Rune's instant death magic against the magically weak dragoon. All he must do is use his quick wits and agility-raising Phantasm Robe to strike first, and the match will be his. |
superaielman Rune twitched and stirred. Everything was a blur. Where was Alys? ... No. That was another world, another time. He was part of the DL. Where was everyone though? Rune was tucked into a large bed. A green haired girl stood next to a red haired boy with a rather excited look on his face. "Rune! Rune's awake! We thought you were done for there!" Rune groaned. Huh, Freya? That sounded familiar.. Then he remembered. It was going to be an extremely close fight no matter what. Freya was as good as dead if Rune got off a Negatis, and would be wishing for death if the Burmecian Lancer got her hands on him. Dreamboat, was he? Rune had prepared well for this fight though, opting to drop his shields and wear the lighest possible robe. It would grant him a split second at most of extra speed, but it's all he needed to take out Freya. All was going according to plan, until a shriek from somewhere on his half of the arena erupted. "Good luck, Rune!" Justin. Of course. Rune gronaed again, trying to supress the memories rushing back into his head. No luck. The words had merely been a split second distraction. Barely enough to make Rune flinch. But a split second is far longer than he had to spare. Luna. Freya closing in, while Rune ineffectively attacking with his bare fists. The fight ending. Losing. Freya dragging him towards fates best left unmentioned. Justin coming in and nearly splitting Freya in half with a Midair cut from behind. Feena stopping time and half carrying, half dragging him out of the arena. Passing out. Then darkness. Rune's hands twitched. He was -so- tempted to use the last of energy to blast Justin into next week. But he couldn't. In spite of probably costing him the match, he did save him from that horrible fate with Freya. Besides, Feena was eyeing him. Rune had no doubt that the End of the World awaited him if he so much as looked like he was preparing a spell. No matter. He could bide his time and wait. A mere beating wasn't going to keep Rune down for long. Freya Crescent: 43 |
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