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A hit from the old skool past, White Wizard has won its way back to the top of the Light pool, and is now poised to take a championship shortly. All that stands in the way of the white-hooded healer is a nurse cosplayer - no, a false healer! Its hammer at the ready, White Wizard's ready to knock this new girl down! Mint's legendary healing powers are amazing, rivaling White Wizard's own. However, Mint's staff thwackings are also legendarily bad. And White Wizard just happens to pack the ultimate anti-Mint weapon - Ruse! A few castings of this will make White Wizard all but impossible to hit, and the battle will be all but won! Nothing Mint can do will prevent White Wizard from spreading White Mage Power across the entire RPGDL! |
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If someone knows what being a competent healer is like, that's Mint. Her gargantuan reserves of healing and support spells, alongside a comparably large surplus of MP, guarantee that she can last for a long time in a fight. And, fittingly, his notable attrition power is exactly what will be put to the test in her newest arena struggle. Against White Wizard, the very milestone healer archetype, Mint will have to prove her skill and finesse in the art of stalling. However, the young blonde cleric has just what it takes: with far more resources than White Wizard and a Silence spell to shut down her opponent's pesky buffing game, Mint should just pull this off! |
Lance It was a fierce struggle -- two opposing forces giving their utmost to vanquish their foe, employing every possible tactic to ensure a victory. Complex strategies were devised, sacrifices were made, and bold tactical maneuvers were made until finally, it seemed as though one competitor had finally met her match.... "Knight to C4. Check." "Drat...King to E6." "Bishop to H3. Checkmate," Cidolfas Orlandu announced from the judges' box. Valvalis, his opponent and fellow judge, simply stared at the board, her mouth agape. "What?! But...but...oh, but I was so close this time!" "Sorry," Orlandu said with a slight shrug. "You should not have challenged a master tactician to a game of chess unless you were prepared for the consequences." "Grrr...okay, how about best 47 out of 93? Your luck is bound to run out sooner or later," the Wind Fiend demanded. "Hmph. Don't mistake luck for skill, my dear," Orlandu retorted haughtily. "In truth, I am beginning to grow bored of this game. Are those two still fighting?" He motioned to the arena below, where Mint and White Wizard continued their epic slap-fest. "Seems that way. How long have they been at it, anyway?" Orlandu produced a small pocket watch from his breastplate. "They have been fighting for 72 hours now. I surely thought one of them would have fainted from hunger or lack of sleep by now, but...." "Well, this is boring!" Valvalis shouted. "I'm thinking it's about time we put an end to this pathetic fight. Are you with me?" Orlandu nodded. "Agreed. I have wasted enough time officiating this insipid encounter. Besides, there are much more important things I should be doing at the moment. Well then, shall we?" Meanwhile, in the arena below, Mint had suffered a minor scratch on her arm. Not one to take any chances, she ran like a little sissy girl to the far end of the platform to heal her wound while White Wizard charged up her magic. Just as the ivory-clad healer was about to unleash an Xfer spell upon her foe, a cry of "Dark Sword!" rang out from the judges' box and struck her. White Wizard instantly felt all of her remaining MP drained in a single blow. A moment later, Mint was struck by Orlandu's MP-draining technique, leaving both cleric and wizard drained of their resources. "Hey! What's the big idea?" Mint demanded at once, but she and White Wizard were only answered by a Weak spell from Valvalis. Both combatants fell to their knees, barely clinging to life. "Now then, time to end this egregious waste of time," Orlandu announced from the judges' box. "This next blow shall determine the outcome of the match!" His words were punctuated by a mischievous giggle from Valvalis. The combatants knew better than to protest. Mint brandished her rod while White Wizard gripped her hammer. After many hours of "intense" competition, a resolution to their battle was finally within sight. A lonely tumbleweed blew across the arena floor.... After the obligatory stare down, Mint and White Wizard both charged and swung their weapons at the same time -- SNAP! -- and Mint found her rod broken clean in half by her opponent's heavy mallet. Mint barely had time to lament her bad fortune before White Wizard pivoted on her heel and smacked the unfortunate cleric in the back of the head, depleting her last remaining HP and knocking her out cold. A jaunty 8-bit victory theme played from some unknown source as White Wizard celebrated her victory. "Well, that was completely pointless," Orlandu grumbled as he picked up his cloak and stalked away from the judges' box. "Valvalis, be a dear and announce the results of this match, will you? I'm off to go check on Edge. I have a feeling that that scoundrel is up to something again...." White Wizard: 40 |
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