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Move over, Leon Geeste! Stand aside, Lexis Shaia! Step back, Harvard professors! Emma Hetfield has arrived to lead the Female Scientist Brigade to new heights. Uh, which ones, exactly? How about a Light championship! (Well, alright, it's not exactly inventing flight, but you have to start somewhere). Emma represents nerdy girls everywhere, and no simple grunt is about to stand in her way. Sure, Emma might be a little frail and slow, but with Great Booster for doubleplus smitability, Rule of Vengeance to return any and all damage she receives right back at her foe, and a plethora of debilitating status effects, Emma has more than enough tricks to put down this one-trick pony. Against the power of SCIENCE, what can a spear accomplish? Stand aside, Sanae Yamamoto. Progress is on the MARCH! |
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Unlike many of the young warriors who have served fate as Stars of Destiny, Sanae Yamamoto is not a child prodigy. No, every ounce of her talent has been forged, carefully and surely, through hours of training, heedless of the distractions of daily life. And she didn't stop practicing while she was waiting around for her first match. With all the time she's had to improve, Sanae is well set for battle indeed. And she could hardly be more different from her debut opponent, a mad scientist who learns skills simply by stealing them from her opponents! But despite this advantage, Emma's lack of training will be her undoing, as the archaeologist has the constitution of wet tissue paper. No, Sanae has nothing to fear in this match. The first first blow she lands will assuredly be the only blow she needs. |
SageAcrin Two beautiful, gorgeous women. Don't we know how these things always turn out in the Duelling League? --- "...why isn't there..." Sanae looked up in the stands vaguely. "...I know what you mean." Emma answered, sighing. "There aren't any up there. No perverts at all." "...but...I mean...is it the glasses?" "Don't ask me." "...aw. But...aw." Sanae scanned the crowd again, vaguely heartbroken. "It's okay. We'll just go out and get some drinks after the fight." Emma noted. "I don't...feel much like fighting." Sanae sighed. "Then call the match." "Oh, whatever." Sanae answered, glumly, as she waved at the judges box. --- "Man, Sanae's going to love hearing about this!" "Kueeee!" Hugo, mounted on his trusty Griffon, laughed lightly as he menaced several perverts back into the pit that had been dug to hold them, several miles from the arena. "Hmmm. Well, I can't see how she'd complain about not getting her clothes ripped off, anyways." Sgt. Joe noted. "Good day's work, Hugo." Emma Hetfield: 44 |
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