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It's been a long time since Mazus has been in the arena. After an ignominious defeat at the hands of Alena, the great magician has spent much time brooding on his loss. But no more! The passing of seasons has washed away the shame of losing in his first appearance, and the man is back in top form. He's also back in Heavy this week, and ready to take out his frustrations on a loser valkyrie! Hrist may be overconfident with her new ranking amongst the RPGDL Heavies, but a few Blazing Camps should set her straight. Her halberd strikes may be deadly, but can she off the ancient mage in time to save her own self? A slugfest of magic vs. mettle occurs in the arena this week. But Mazus has faced down far more dangerous opponents than some recently upgraded mockery of a Light! Not even the gods can withstand the power of the Runes, and Hrist's flaming death will prove this once more. |
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For years, Hrist Valkyrie, the eldest of the three Goddesses who govern fate and more, has had to endure a shameful existence. Dismissed as a weakling, mocked as she lost to one pathetic cavalier after another... but no more! NO MORE! Finally able to display her true power, Hrist is a force to be reckoned with. Even bereft of the two Sacred Treasures she wielded over the course of the second valkyrie saga, her skill with a halberd is unparalleled. Able to inflict both punishing physical trauma and debilitating petrification with her preferred weapon, the polearm Basilisk, she is more than a match for this mere magician Mazus. Resisting Blazing Camp twice over with her elemental defences is merely icing on the cake. And those aren't even her greatest assets in this contest. Godlike has long since learned to fear the cry of "Divine Assault: Nibelung Valesti!" - it is past time Heavy followed suit in this! |
Dunefar The great Mazus deigned to descend to the floor of the arena. His broad robes held in his vast greatness, clean and unstained, only rippling their XX-sized glory in the wind Mazus' magic generated. He smiles to the crowd in a consending manner, smug as he looked about. He could feel his runes glowing warm, the great power about to come forth once the match began. The slip of a girl wearing armor was nothing to his magic. Smirking as he wiped away the greasy sweat from his face, Mazus watched the girl approach. She came at a skipping run, seeming to cover large tracts of the ground in each approach. Foolish little girl, trying to approach the body of the great Mazus. Oh no, it was time for her to die. Raising his hands up as his twin runes crackled with lighting and burned with fire; "BLAAAAAZING CAAAAAAMPPUUUUUUU!"' Mazus grinned. The smoke was now fading from the large crater his magic wrought. Time to go see the burned corpse and declare victory. Just in time to go catch an early lunch and-?! The well stuffed mouth of Mazus dropped jaw first, open enough to give an excellent view of his cavaties. For Hrist Valkyrie still lived, charging ahead once more! The great mage barely had time to consider another spell before Hrist reached him! In a fury she attacked, a bevy of spear strokes and thrusts! It all cumulated in impalement; the large front of Mazus penetrated! Staggering back in shock, spear sticking out of his body, Mazus screamed. But not a scream of pain, such would be unbecoming. No, it was a scream of FURY. Of MIGHT. Of REVENGE. He raises his still good left arm, his rune beginning to draw power! "EXPLODOOOO-URK!" For that was the last word the mage spoke was that, his ample body enough to make a fine statue. For the spear Basilisk had finally taken effect, turning him to stone. Mazus: 11 |
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