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Hoping to find forgiveness for fathering a certain vile wench, Samson will be sure to come into this duel with his guns blazing. While his stats aren’t the most impressive, Samson’s battle knowledge and experience are sure to come in handy against the untrained Lucius. With his impressive evade, Samson will be able to evade Lucius’ Light Magic, and his gunblows will wreak havoc on Lucius’ lackluster durability. When the smoke clears, Samson will be one step closer to ridding himself of his familial stigma - and one step closer to the Light championship. |
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Lucius is put to a slightly harder test this week than staring down a slow, frail mage, as he did in week 1. Samson is quite accurate in terms of his damage, and his evasion will spell trouble given that Lucius's tomes could miss. On top of that, Samson resists light magic. Thankfully, with all that, he isn't a fearsome damage dealer by any means, and Lucius's magical energies are are deadly strong. With a wave of his delicate, slender hand, Lucius will slice through his unimpressive opponent with the utmost ease. |
Dunefar Lucius stood tall and prim in the arena, waiting for this week's opponent. Samsom was sure taking his time, staggering in slowly, his gait strangely troubled. Sniffing the air idly, Lucius's delicate features twisted. 'Has he taken a bath since last week?' he thinks in disdain, as Samson manages to stumble in, head down. Bracing himself and his magic books, he begins to softly chant... But is interruped, as Samson looks up, his face devoid of flesh! "Brains...Master Milon..." the haunted man groaned. It should be said in defense of Lucius that the screetch of shock that came from him was indeed a girly scream. It should also be said in defense that he remembered one thing - that's a light book he has in hand! --- "Curses! Foiled again!" Milon hissed. Not only did Samson get turned into a crispy white ash thanks to Shine, and the miracle of that accursed ressurection magic had made sure Samson didn't stay his loyal and undead servant. Poo. "No respect, I tell ya..." Samson: 16 |
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