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Returning from a loss back in Season 1, the Lady of Gales is now more than ready to blow past all opposition. Valvalis, a true elemental perversion, fears none in the DL, much less some untested youth from Legaia. With countless debilitating tricks at her evanescent fingertips to complement her superior speed, the Fiend of Wind can dispose of Lang effortlessly. How shall the foolish boy perish this week? Will he find himself being slowly turned to stone? Will he be pushed to the brink of death with Weak and well beyond with a follow-up physical? With her deadly abilities and raw power, Valvalis is fully prepared to follow in Rubicant's fiery foosteps through Heavy. |
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Lang's got quite a bit riding on this match. With Vahn, Noa and Gala receiving little praise for their exploits in the DL arena (mostly due to the fact they have one win among the three of them), it's up to Lang to illustrate the full potential of the people of Legaia. Fortunately, he's ready to do just that with his origin Galea and the unlimited power of fire coursing through his veins. Wind may extinguish small fires, but even the elemental archfiend Valvalis cannot prevail against the raging inferno of Lang's Flaming Sword, especially with her petrification trick being so easily nullified. If Lang is wounded badly, his Mystic Art will ensure that the Fiend of Wind is blown away. |
Jo ou Ranbu Valvalis knew that her trademark trick wouldn't be a problem to use this time around. Well, not THE trademark trick which gave her many headaches before ("How could I know that those twits over the Fourth Wall think my spinning is plot power?", she said. After that, a hurricane and a conspiracy took over the DL grounds, one that took more than one season to recover fully, but let's not get into that. I might just be hallucinating.) - but her now mastered and incredibly annoying "Weak! Poke! You're dead!" shenanigan. But she felt annoying that day, and hell hath no fury like a capricious woman. Lang was going to be her personal pet play. At the expense of the arena's patience. Every single time, she would cast Weak on the fiery warrior, and every time he would defense to restore a bit of his power and survive the possible follow-up... which was just yet another casting of those sickening winds that kept him weak. At the stands, people were ripping their hair out, others were well into a nosebleed out of annoyance, and there were even reports of suicides among the people - along with successive Zidane murders, which were fairly trendy as of Shigeo's successful run in the arena against the Genome, but - once again - let's not get into that. The judges were already nearing decay when the decisive move happened. Tired of fearing for his life, Lang stood tall and shook the winds. The diseased tornado was swept off his skin, and he gathered all his strength into a single blow. He had only that chance. He ran towards Valvalis, screaming in anger and heroism.... .... and Valvalis took a large wooden hammer out of her pocket (don't ask me where she keeps a pocket, though.) with the inscription BAKA-BAKA!!!! written on it. And smacked Lang in the forehead rather badly with it. As the Legaia warrior fell lifelessly to the ground, Valvalis just started laughing histerically and left the arena spinning, blurting random things about super-powered protein-coca-cola or the like. Rubicante and Cagnazzo, who were watching from afar, glared with a shake of confusion and awe. "You know, Rubicante... mebbe we shouldn't let Valvalis watch Super Milk Chan before a match", the Fiend of Water murmured. The noble fiend of Fire just shook his head and looked at the arena. "We definitely shouldn't, in hindsight. Let's just forget how horribly wrong this was and lock Valvalis into a compressed air chamber when we get back. I still can't make heads or tails of what she did". Neither did the DL. Valvalis: 23 Dunefar
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