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Mmmmmm? A raging metal demon wishes to battle Dryst? He dare enter the realm of the Mad Reaper? Heh heh heh. This is a laugh. A buffooning wretch wildly, aimlessly swinging a flail, how... utterly quaint. All the hard skin in the world won't save this foul creature from a thorough beating from Dryst's dreadfully skilled hands, though. His physical defense is nigh-unbreakable? Well, Curse and Flame should give Dryst the magical punch needed to melt Berserk's frame in a moment's notice, tearing right through his otherwise vaunted outer skin. A nice counter-swipe from his Scythe should teach Berserk about getting cute with his betters as well. How -dare- he challenge the Super Tyrant to combat and expect victory! Fool, such a complete, utter fool... |
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Berserk and Dryst should bring quite an interesting fight. After all, it's not so often you get a fight between two shining examples of different schools of villainy. Berserk needs no introduction - with his flail, he rampages across the battlefield and lays waste to all he sees in a red-visioned haze. His Berserk Break, if it doesn't outright kill his foes, paralyzes them with pain and fear. Dryst is from the opposing Insanity school: laughing and swinging a scythe, he tears down his opponents. Unfortunately for Dryst, Berserk sneers at Dryst's choice of weapons. A scythe, while stylish, is weak. While Dryst tries to chip away at Berserk's metal skin, it'll be hard to argue with a mace to the face. Indeed, Berserk intends to show that style is just no match for sheer brute force. |
SageAcrin Two men. Wielders of unorthodox weaponry. --- "You know, it must really suck to have a huge-ass weapon that gets tangled in a chain really easily." Berserk noted, as he calmly dual-wielded Dryst's scythe and his own ball and chain. "You know, it must be really terrible to actually care if you ligitimately win in these things." Dryst noted, as he calmly watched Berserk get eaten by his pet Bahamut. Well, I suppose that counts as weaponry in some senses. Not in the sense of winning, of course, but who gives a damn about that? Berserk's eaten. Everyone's happy. At least, Dryst is. Dryst: 4 |
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