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Madams and Monsieurs, good evening. A dark sense of humor creeps over the RPGDL Middle division this season, as the black harlequin Harle makes her way into the arena, dancing her way towards her opponent Lute like a fancy of youth. Magic is the key that unlocks the future of this match, both in offense and defense - both, strengths of this lady pierrot. Her mighty cards are something to be feared as well, especially for a pure mage such as Lute. To the next round, Harle shall surely go. So, until the next week, my dear public, I bid you adieu. |
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Well, this is interesting. The genius Sage Lute waited for a long time to premiere in the arena - so, her first match should be unforgettable. After all, prodigies do not lose to someone as trivial as a french clown with fingers way too long for her own good. Against that annoying circus freak, a few good shots of Thunder should do wonders. And what can she do to retaliate? Throw a few pins and dance? Hardly what it takes against a genius! Arthur will be proud of Lute when she garners her first victory! Even if it's against a stupid clown. |
Taishyr Lute came to the arena, naturally prepared with all the possible information she could find. Unfortunately... she stumbled upon a rather... inaccurate... source, and thus was not expecting what she saw when she entered the Arena. So, naturally, she began bombarding Harle with questions and eager speculations, completely forgetting about the match in the process. Harle found the questioning rather boring and especially bizarre, so she just grabbed one of Lute's books and knocked her out with it before walking out of the arena. All this discussion involving fetuses confused her to no end. Harle: 59 SnowFire
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