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At first glance, one would think that young Tim's going into this fight at a disadvantage. After all, his opponent is a massive bear of a monk, a veteran warrior and in the peak of physical condition. But Tim's last opponent was one of God's own Ten Wisemen, and look where he wound up? Sure, Yang is big, brawny and crushes rocks with his bare hands, but do you know what else he is? Damned weak against magic. That's not a very good thing to be when you're fighting someone who summons the elemental gods of nature to his side, now is it? A drop of First Aid, a little magic, and Tim should walk out of here with another win! |
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Yang keeps it pretty chill in his fights. Instead of simply mauling his opponents to death with his powerful fist attacks, he chooses to knock his opponents into a statusy haze. He then finishes them off with a quick flurry. It's not the flashiest style in the world, but it's been successful for Fabool's foremost monk. Tim's got the worst of both worlds against Yang: he relies on incredibly powerful summons to win his fight... that take him time to build up to. Worse, he lacks the durability to live through Yang's opening martial blaze and capitalize on his questionable magic defense. It's time for the Karate master work his magic. Achooooooooo! |
SageAcrin A small child. Innocent, pure, full of hope. Against a noble warrior, defender of the helpless. How could Yang possibly raise a hand to Tim, let alone beat him bloody and senseless? --- "And don't you ever, ever say those things about my King and Queen! Ever again!" The enraged Yang yelled at Tim's body, kicking him savagely in the ribs once more. "...Edge. Did you...?" Yuri said, watching the savage beating. "First you bet enough money on this match to earn a savage beating from Rydia if she ever found out..." "Hey! Rydia doesn't b-" "...savage burning." "Better." "...Anyways, then Tim starts yelling obscenities at Yang while looking surprised." Yuri finished. "...uhm...well...I just...wanted to help my friend...get some fighting spirit! He'd never manage to get the hot blood he'd need to beat up a little kid without some help, so..." Edge trailed off. "Since when are you good at mimicing and throwing voices, anyways?" "Well, it took a couple years of practice." "Ah." Yuri nodded. "You still aren't going to get around the 'Rydia burning you' part." "Oh, that. I was going to put the proceeds into a necklace for her anyways." Edge smirked. "How much of the proceeds?" "...Shut up, Yuri." Edge retorted, walking off. Tim Rhymeless: 21 |
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