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Milon (Final Fantasy IV) |
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BEHOLD THE MIGHT OF THE FIEND OF EARTH AND COWER IN DESPAIR, MORTALS! Finally! Milon has defeated someone in the arena and earned the respect he deserves! And now it's too late for anyone to stop him, whether it be a fishman or a human. Sure, hitting your opponents with two axes to the face per round really hard may be one way to get ahead in life, but it's hard - nay, IMPOSSIBLE! to argue with the infinite might and wisdom of the Fiend of Earth! Because he's not listening to anything but the sweet siren call of the Godlike division, in which he will soon enough take his rightful place! |
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Earth Fiend? Hah, more like...like...uh...STUPID fiend of...dumb. Right, so maybe Gijimu isn't the wittiest guy around, but it wasn't any rapier wit that won him his last Middle title, it was a couple of really strong axes. And dreaded earth fiend or not, Milon is about to find himself carved up into small enough chunks that they'll need a rake, three spatulas and a couple of doggie bags just to get him to the healers. Damage that is simply too good for the lowest division is all that Gijimu needs to put this putrid zombie to rest and march onward towards that upgrade pool he deserves so completely. |
SageAcrin Milon was to be feared. He'd spent his time campaigning and plotting and sneaking. And by god, he'd finally done it. He'd managed to get a new form. A stronger, more dangerous form, one that would make him the terror of...well, not Godlike. He didn't have that much to bribe with. But it was a step in the right direction. One out of Light! And what had Gijimu been doing? Some foolish training regimine involving hitting candles! Hah! Candles! Ridiculous. Milon would finally take his place as the leader of the League! --- Gijimu stood proud before Milon's new wrath. The only words out of his mouth were simple. "Hydro Storm." It turned out that Gijimu had managed to replace his axe with a better subweapon. Certainly, it wasn't legal, at all. Gijimu himself had specifically used it several minutes before the match started. He was careful about not being disqualified. It was simply too good not to try, however. But Milon, depressed, threw the rematch. After that much effort, getting crushed by a rainstorm was just too much. At last sighting, Milon was seen eating six quarts of Rocky Road. Milon: 25 |
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