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Algus Sadalfas (Final Fantasy Tactics) |
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"Animals have no gods!" The brash young man from Limberry misspoke here, as it's clear that Llewelyn is a pathetic wretch deserving to be worshipped by peasants. Algus Sandalfas intends to teach this so called 'god' who is truly worthy of such attention. While he could crush this pathetic archer turned into a whiny lesser god via arrows, closing into melee range and slaughtering him with the finest swordsmanship taught by the Nanten Knights sounds far better. Armor Break leaves Llewelyn even more defenseless than usual to Algus's deadly swings. It'll be ugly and short, but it's what all scum deserve, death at the hands of their betters. |
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Llewelyn, Archer Einherjar, fresh on the heels of a new victory, steps forward to battle again - and with enemies like this, even he might have a chance! All of Algus' talk about social determinism means nothing to someone already dead, after all. And if Algus claims his victory is a divine right? Lenneth would quickly set him straight. Verbal options exhausted, Algus may try to challenge him to a battle of ranged combat - his crossbow against Llewelyn’s longbow - but the nobleman’s bolts won’t hold up against a blistering Layer Storm. Llewelyn just needs to keep his focus in case of foul play - like the fight being scheduled on a boat, or maybe a thrown bucket of water. |
SnowFire "Damn peasants! Slow those barriers down! ARGHHHHHH!" Algus cried in frustration as the moving smiling Odin dolls blocked more and more of his straight-line crossbow shots, while Llwelyn's arcing if somewhat slow arrows somehow slipped their way around them. "Hah! Too bad! Now try it with a THIRD row of targets, at even longer range!" Lezard increased the speed once more on the rails holding up the Teta homonculi at the carnival's shooting gallery. "You had best hurry and catch up, Algus! Llwelyn has 24 kills to 17 on you!" "Noo! This cannot be! I am the superior noble archer to this whiny trash!" The third row was entirely out of range for his crossbow, while Llwelyn had powered up a Layer Storm, crushing all the Tetas left. Algus grabbed a pink elephant in disgust while he still could, and started to run off. This ended up being an extraordinarily wise decision, as Delita's maniacal shouts of incoherent rage were just catching up. His repeated Holy Explosions flattened both Llwelyn and Lezard, but Algus barely made it out of range in time, animal prize safely in hand. Algus Sadalfas: 43 |
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