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When your job is basically being a high-class, strictly professional goon, there isn't really any reason to say anything on the run. After all, the folks you typically meet on the job just throw out a bunch of abusive drivel that'll be inevitably shrugged off, and actions have always spoken louder than words. And that's just how things are going to be here, too. Sure, Rude may not have the fancy tricks or long-winded speeches of his demure mage foe, but he's hardy and strong, which is more than the fragile Mia can ever hope to claim. And the classic "slug'em til they drop" strategy is classic precisely because it generally works. As such, Rude won't be making any friends today, that's for sure. On the other, like always, he'll get the job swiftly done. |
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The Vane Magess Mia Ausa is quite a catch. Her mastery of arcana can make miracles, and it isn't too bad an asset in an actual due. With Flameria and Cryo Wall, the young heiress can bring your typical sword-wielding knight to his knees in no time. However, she is not fighting a knight, but a violent suit-clad agent. The Turk Rude, in spite of his bare-handed style, packs a fair punch and absorbs the Fire element, rending Flameria useless here. However, Mia has more than enough under her sleeve to work things out: if she can't count on fire, endless ice towers will do the job. With her ice spells, Mia will both keep the sluggish Turk at bay and protect herself from his fists. A simple frozen dystopia should be more than enough to handle this glorified mercenary. |
Joou Ranbu It was a brutal and intense contest. Dextrous and nimble fingers swept and wavered through the air and earth, the two competitors heavily focused in their tasks. Sparks and flares flew and countless droplets of clay were strewn around. Wait, clay? Yes. Apparently, Deis and Opera were the referees for the match, and they were bored. Thus, they decided that this match would be decided through the display of Mia and Rude's skills at handcraft - more specifically, pottery. Well, that's not quite specific. If you really want to be specific, it was a display of erotic pottery, for extra embarassment and an excuse for Opera to bring beer to the judges' booth. In the end, neither of them could really muster anything even resembling renaissance Michaelangelo sculptures - or anything resembling erotica, really. But Opera and Deis were so drunk by the end of the contest that they looked at Mia's clay piranha (hey, she thinks they're cute, and the judges were never very specific on the definition of "beauty" that they were seeking) and thought it was actually a naked rendition of Alex. Rude's crooked vase was considered to be a Rabite by them, getting Rude banned from the DL for the next three seasons under accusations of furryism. You do not want to indulge in strange fetishes at the Duelling League. Two days later, Deis and Opera were found at a dumpster somewhere in the vicinity of Gemity, hugging a clay piranha while singing "Little Spanish Flea" in their sleep. Rude: 28 |
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