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It's one down and three to go on the path to Sofia's second Heavy championship. But the Zenithian heroine has her work cut out for her against the deceptively powerful vampire, Hilda Valentine. Sure, Fendspell will put a quick stop to any magical attacks the immortal magical might try to launch, but what to do about the death-inflicting Grand Slam? Well, for starters, she resists any and all death attacks with her mighty Zenithian Armor. And with that out of the way, how about calling down Lightning, and nailing Hilda's wind weakness for massive damage? If Hilda wants that championship for herself, she'll have to earn it over Sofia's corpse, a feat that no Heavy has managed yet. |
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A generic and silent main? It's a pity that Hilda has to waste her time fighting such a boring opponent! But Hilda's ventured out into the world for fun and excitement after a few hundred years of sleep, and she’ll take whatever opportunity comes her way. Of course, while Sofia may not be the most dynamic of characters, she is a skilled fighter that will surely prove a delectable challenge for our vampiric heroine. Of course, Hilda’s perfect-accuracy, physical based instant death technique will allow her to get around Sofia’s Fendspell effortlessly, and Hilda’s curvier form might even get the first move against her foe - for all her advantages, Sofia is far from speedy. It all adds up to an easy Grand Slam victory. |
Taishyr Another blast of lightning soared past the judge's stand, causing Kletain and Orlandu to flinch away instinctively. Roland simply stood there, watching, as the battle between Hilda's quick, lithe strikes and the warrior Sofia's brutal dance of swordstrikes and electricity continued. "How long will this go on?" Orlandu cursed softly. "As impolite as it may sound, this is taking far longer than anticipated. I have other things I must attend-" "It will end soon." Roland said, beginning to grin oddly. Orlandu turned to Roland for a second, before looking back down at the arena. The only difference was Hilda was now, in a thin, bony hand, holding a... "Is that a straw?" Kletain asked, confused. A flash of light blinded the three judges momentarily. When they looked down again, a plump, cheerfully grinning girl stood in Hilda's place, carrying a large staff instead of the original small wand she had earlier. However, she looked rather battered. "My, she is cute in that form." Roland noted, amused. "And the battle ends here." "You cannot blind my ascent, Hilda! This ends here!" Sofia yelled, lunging in to finish the job... ...and being sent flying out of the arena by one massive swing of Hilda's staff. Hilda twittered and spun out of the arena, leaving the FFT judges staring and Roland laughing. Sofia: 11 |
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