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Rude (Final Fantasy VII) |
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The stoic second of the Turks' field team has made it to the semifinals, and he's more than ready to defeat his next opponent in his quest for the Light crown. With a caped squirrel and a glam rocker behind him, he's got his sights now set on a demonic vassal. While Etna isn't the pushover his previous opponents have been, he's more than prepared; the power of Grand Spark and some supportive healing provide him with more weapons in his arsenal than he needs to take out the Overlord's chief crony. Ever the quiet type, Rude will let his fists do the talking, and they'll be shouting that no one will stand in his way! |
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Rude is something Etna never expected to meet: a vassal who’s completely loyal to his lord. Or CEO, in this case. Of course, since Rude’s probably never planned on fighting a demon from the depths of the Netherworld, that makes things even again. Not than an even fight is Etna’s preferred venue, but one take what one can. That said, she has any number of ways to take down her opponent: a fiery explosion, a rain of Prinnies, or the sultry might of the Sexy Beam. Meanwhile, Rude will almost certainly be using little but his fists, which are a sure way to be left open to Etna's counterattacks. When all is said and done, this is a slugging match of the highest order, and that’s something Etna’s ready to handle. |
SageAcrin Rude was sure he'd covered all the angles. He'd talked Tseng and Elena into watching the entrances, Reno into checking the arena for traps, and called in some SOLDIERs to watch the arena for interfering people, and the sky for anything suspicious flying in. Really, who wouldn't be cautious with one of the least reliable, most sneaky demons ever as a opponent? Rude, however, goes by the book for his plans. It's a big book, but it's still a book. When Etna walked into the arena, armed with only a small, laser-like device, Rude thought she was simply packing a normal weapon, and that this would be a fair fight. Unfortunatly, it turns out that Etna knew of certain...events, during last season's finals, and had approached Lezard Valeth about them. What she asked for her silence was simple enough, and was granted in exchange for a certain video of him talking with Jogurt... Etna, laughing, pulled the trigger on the small device. An illusion projecter. A sudden gasp ran over the crowd, as Rude evidently disappeared from the arena in a cloud of smoke... To be replaced by a image of Quistis Trepe, wearing nothing more than a slight smile, and beckoning the crowd. As the crowd rushed Rude, he decided to prudent course was to simply smile, salute Etna, and run out of the nearest exit as the rest of the Turks fled and the SOLDIERs were quickly overwhelmed by drooling males and outraged prissy/jealous women. I would call this a victory for Etna, except, unfortunatly, even the Prinnies she called in couldn't really stop that kind of mob; And, worse, it never occured to her that various angry females would hold her responsible... So, while Etna was declared the victor by the judges... it was her and not Rude who got charred into unconciousness by a angry Feena, Toadstool and Purim. Maybe they both lost. Rude: 30 |
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