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The white-magic half of the spell-slinging twin duo from Mysidia has made it to the finals of Light! All that's left for Porom to do is cast Holy and Cure a few more times, and the championship is hers! And her final foe poses no threat at all - the damage caused by Karyl's songs, no matter how grating or out-of-tune, can't hope to outrace Cure4's healing or Holy's damage. Not that it'll even matter - Mini or Toad will render Karyl completely powerless and let Porom glide to a Light title. |
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This is it: the finals! Karyl has finally succeeded where his team mates had not and all that stands in his way is a little girl. Golden Voice will tear the frail child asunder as it has done to so many before, and his Waltz will easily match Porom's own healing. Lullaby and Rumba will also find use here, as a lucky shot of Sleep or Paralysis will leave the mage absolutely helpless. Innocent as Porom may seem, Karyl will not hold back. After all, this is his cast's first championship at stake. |
SageAcrin These two combatants, in the fight of a lifetime, with the world watching. Well, the part of the world that wasn't watching Godlike, Heavy or Middle's championships. So basically it was less the world and more a few dozen people. But facts notwithstanding, it was a world to them, in spirit! For this match was truly the most epic ever. --- "I had the idea after hearing about a certain...incident...with Duessel. It was too good to pass up." Zio said, staring down at the two combatants on the plains, fighting it out. "...yes, but...I mean...that's...a young, inexperienced white mage...against a bard...here? Don't you usually try to not bore people to death?" Lucca asked curiously. "Fine evil takes many forms." Zio said, shrugging. "In this case, making them fight in a Fire Emblem arena was only fitting. With neither being able to fight properly, it's quite entertaining." Zio said, chuckling. "I suppose she should have brought a Guiding Ring." "...hmph. I could have been wasting my time in better ways than watching a staring match." Vincent Valentine noted. "Do I look like I really care?" Zio replied. "I'm quite happy here. It's not my fault none of you brought books." He added, as he called the match to begin. Then he leaned back, and opened his book. --- "...you know...I'm not sure what's sadder. That we just had to watch a staring match..." Lucca said, staring down at the arena and rubbing her eyes. "...or that it just took twenty seconds to end, with the bard fainting." Ramza finished, as he got up to declare the winner. "Hmm. That little girl is quite impressive." Zio noted, as Porom stopped glaring at Karyl's unconcious form. "Pity about her choice in magic, and her brother being a brat. Oh well." He shrugged, and continued reading. "...are you reading Harr-urgk!" Vincent cut off, as Zio lobbed him into the air. "Yes. So I can do that to anyone who asks about it." Zio said, not looking up from his book. "Besides, it's superior research material. It's built up an excellent cult." Porom: 50 jaymthegenius@yahoo.com
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