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The white-robed wonder of yore has proven to be a major hurdle for many in Light, dispatching a former champion and an upstart powerhouse. Now a dragon is all that's left between the ancient mage and the finals. Thankfully, Sara is one of the tamest and weakest dragons in existance: filing her talons daily has greatly impeded the Light Dragon's ability to cut her opponents up. With the White Wizard's large arsenal of powerful restorative spells, neither Sara's puny talon swipes nor her "magic" will amount to anything. Sara being unable to withstand a barrage of White Wizard's powerful Fade for very long, the eldest of the Final Fantasy clerics has her spot in the finals ready and waiting for her. |
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An upgrade is in sight for she who would sooner be known as the Light Dragon of Middle, but it won't come easily. Despite her lacking offense, White Wizard has become a proven contender in her division. Fortunately, she is still nothing Sara can't overcome. Like Amy before her, White Wizard simply does not have the resources to go toe to toe with the dreaded dragon; her mere two castings of Fade and four of worthwhile healing simply don't cut it against the most durable Light around. Even worse for the Wizard, her Ruse trick is helpless in the face of Sara's evade-ignoring breath attacks. Sara has already proven once that she can beat a healer, and she's prepared to do it again this week. |
Dark Holy Elf Sara was very bored, and very tired. Not exactly common emotions for someone in a fight to the death, probably. But then, it was a fight to the death with a low-offence healer. Not just any low-offence healer, but the White Wizard of Final Fantasy fame, perhaps the most infamous healer of all. The white-robed Light Warrior had long since burned her two castings of Fade, and now the audience was being treated to an endless parade of weak healing spells and weaker defence-boosters. The only remotely interesting events were when the White Wizard saw an opening periodically, and took her hammer and beat it weakly against Sara's large, draconic frame. Sara herself had nothing interesting to contribute to the fight, however. Her strategy was a simple one, and boiled down to "exhale deadly vapour on puny cleric. Repeatedly". Really, a killer throatache was all that was keeping her from falling asleep. The judges were even less enthralled by the spectacle. It probably didn't help that one of three for this match was Juan, who had long since fallen asleep. The second, head judge Indalecio, was composed enough to keep a close eye on the fight, but still permitted himself the luxury of wondering what the arena would look like buried under an Unlimited-strength Earthquake. The third judge, Lucca Ashtear, had long since given up on watching the actual fight, and was now running some sort of computer simulation. Then... "I've done it!" said Lucca, rousing Indalecio and Juan. "I've calculated who will win the match." "Oh?" asked an irritated Indalecio. "Yeah. Sara will win the match..." "Good," muttered Juan. "I need to be back at Budehuc in time for my evening nap," "... in approximately seven hours." "HOW many?" said Juan. "Bah. If we're sure of the result, I don't suppose we can call the match now, can we?" Indalecio pondered a moment. "No..." he said, finally. "There is something else we could do. It's an obscure right of the judges to invoke this... hasn't been done in years. However, I'm not going to dig up THAT clause without a damn good reason; it comes with far too much baggage. We should do our duty and wait for the match to..." he trailed off. "... is that..." he winced at a monitor high above the arena. "... GHALEON?" He broke into laughter. "This I have to see in person." "But," said Lucca. "The match..." "You know what I said about a damn good reason?" said Indalecio, laughing. "This would be it." *** The crowd was murmurring, as they watched the televised chaotic events unfolding around the various arenas. They had almost forgotten about the match they were attending in person when Indalecio rose and made his announcement. "Your attention, please!" said Indalecio. "For the remainder of this fight, I am permitting the ancient art of RPG Duelling. Both fighters may make use of any demonstrable "plot power" that they possess. That is all," A gasp came up from the crowd. They turned to the arena. Just in time to see White Wizard suddenly turned to stone by one of Sara's spells. Sara demorphed, and sheepishly accepted another victory. The crowd and even judges seemed to forget about her quickly, being absorbed in other events. Maybe she would have a vaguely normal match in the finals... White Wizard: 21 Dark_YamiYugi
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