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Flonne (Disgaea: Hour of Darkness) |
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Whoosh! Flonne may have many titles--Angel Trainee, Attorney of Love, Fallen Angel--but none is more suitable for this match than Flonne's quintessential persona of Love Freak, the title bestowed upon her by the kind and caring Demon Lord Laharl~. For indeed, it is the Power of Love that shall let her triumph over the Fiend of Earth! Milon is a loathsome, undead horror...and just who could be *more* in need of Love and kindness? Such a poor, neglected soul needs all the caring and love he can get, yet another lesson her good friend Laharl taught her! The fact that her healing will actually hurt Milon may just go unnoticed by the enthusiastic Flonne--at least, for long enough for her to snatch a much needed win and advance to the quarterfinals! |
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The Fiend of Earth. One of the great demons serving under Golbez and Zemus. Not someone you would expect to be relegated to Light, and like a number of his other castmembers in recent seasons, he intends to prove that his placement in the Duelling League's lowest division was a grave mistake! Yes, this undead lord will show the world his true power, and he'll start by taking apart this foul creature, the angel trainee Flonne! While Flonne may be able to heal (read: hurt) the Fiend of Earth, that healing is just like the rest of her offense: absolutely pathetic! And with her durability being not much better, Milon has an easy win in front of him, here: a few solid physical attacks will take her out, and send Milon on his way to the Light championship he deserves. |
Dunefar Milon was not amused. As the Fiend of Earth and possessor of awesome powers over undeath, dealing with do gooders was part of the job. So the little angel(?) girl in front of him in the Arena wouldn't make Milon even blink. Normally. However, most heroes don't start by dropping their weapons and glomping onto his undead body. "Oh, you poor thing! The power of love will save you!" Flonne patted Milon's back. snuggling up to him. "I just know there's a kind, caring, good hearted person past that smelly rotting flesh!" As Milon twitched, one thing ran through his mind. This just wasn't -cricket-, darn it. Cute blonde angel(?) girls do not come up and glomp the most esteemed lord of the undead! Milon put up a stiff upper lip and did the most logical thing he could. With a horrible cough Milon spewed poison gas all over Flonne! "Ew!" Flonne coughs and wheezed, stumbling back. She sniffled as the poison gasses decimated her lungs, tore at her flesh, poisoned her blood! Milon grinned as he saw this, she deserved nothing le-huh?! From the smoke it rose, towering out of the poison gas! "RAAAAWR!" The giant, skyscraper destroying lizard in front of him bellowed out it's rage. "THE POWER OF LOVE WILL BEFRIEND YOU, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!" "F-f-f-FLONNEZILLA?!" Milon sputtered, a mere moment before he was soundly squished underneath a giant reptile's foot. Flonne: 46 |
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