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Cyan Garamonde (Final Fantasy VI) |
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Who art thou but another scoundrel, sayeth Cyan to his opponent this week! A loyal trained knight of Doma has little to fear from lowly thieves untrained in the proper arts of warfare. Logg is no exception - no matter how he may vainly try to falsify the scenario before him. Cyan doesn't think Kisara has disciplined Logg enough, frankly, so this week he sets out to teach Logg a proper lesson with an arsenal of punishing sword skills designed to bring the thief to justice. Besides that, he also has the ability to mind his health through strategic uses of Empower, matching up to any advantage Logg might have had before with his Water Rune. |
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Anchors away, boys! The good ship Logg is taking off into this Light season! And sure, he may not have his opponent Cyan's intelligence, rough good looks, hardened battle experience, and generally positive personal hygeine habits, but he makes up for that with the love of a beautiful woman. A VERY, VERY beautiful woman. So, a pox on Cyan! Logg puts a new spin on the old phrase "it's hard to argue with an axe to the face"... because it's even harder to argue with an ANCHOR to the face, as his buddy Ward would nod to! Plus, Logg packs a Water Rune for critical healing when he needs it, and in Light, that often makes all the difference. |
SageAcrin "Hmph. This code's so horribly commented. Why should a color be fighting a misspelt chunk of wood? And why would anyone care? This place confuses me so horribly." Luther Lansfield shook his head dolefully. "I swear, no order, nothing but just randomly destroyed buildings and people and places. Yet the damn place has more memes than your average my entire creation put together. And that was an MMO." He mumbled, as he worked on a large, impressive, clearly patchwork and scrapped together console. "Ah well. Let's see what we can do here." --- "...Well, watching a large blob of ink fight a log is better than what we almost got, but..." Jenna Angel trailed off, as she looked at the massive problem in front of her, sighing. "I guess it's a good thing we have more than a few space-time rewriters, but I must confess, even I've never figured out how to fixed a blue screen of death without restarting." Lenneth noted, as she stared at the massive pillar of blue the arena had became. "Admitably, that's not a problem for me, but..." "Ah well. At least we know who won." Jenna noted. "...We do?" "Of course. Cyan." "...All I saw a blob of color splashing onto a piece of wood. I'll admit, I didn't get much of a look, as I was coming in from another match, but..." Lenneth trailed off, puzzled. "Well, yes." Jenna noted, a slight smile quirking her lips. "Logg had clearly dyed." "..." Lenneth's simple shove of Jenna, into the blue pillar of death, was more eloquent than words. Cyan Garamonde: 24 |
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