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A sluggish, frail healer largely dependant upon poking her foes to death with easily evadable attacks? Marisa's newest opponent is a freebie like few others. Everything about the rustic young singer plays directly into Marisa's great strengths, and exploits none of her weaknesses. A lesser warrior might take such a fight less than seriously - and losing the battle in shame - but Marisa does not make such amaturish mistakes. Yes, this duel is as clear-cut as they come, and Marisa will not let the opportunities arisen to go to waste. |
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The voice of a goddess packing quite an attitude- that's Luna in a nutshell for you. Seemingly forgotten after a successful Light run and subsequent upgrade to Middle, Alex's sweetheart is ready to prove she can do well in her new home! Marisa may be a deadly swordlady, but even her gelid heart will melt to Luna's beautiful melodies. Temptation Song to put Marisa to sleep, Cascade Song to buffer defenses while she rests, and then just healing any damage from the blades - it's a slow strategy, particularly against Marisa's speed, but Luna can pull it off. After all, goddess isn't just a title! |
SageAcrin Two women, fighting it out on Christmas Eve, in an open-air stadium, with no Zidane around. Was this a form of hell? Indeed, at first glance, it seemed it must be, to many observers. Two women, snug in warm, thick clothes, fighting it out in -20C weather as snow fell. Water was frozen. Mud was frozen. Chocolate syrup, when not frozen, ran too thickly to matter. Whipped cream, while not frozen, froze to everything it happened to touch. Could anything save the perverts of the Duelling League this Christmas? Would there be a miracle? --- "...You probably shouldn't indulge those other perverts that wa...oh, hell, never mind." Yuri noted, as he watched Timelord flicker from his seat in front of the television. As the two girls mysteriously lost all of their clothing. Timelord shrugged. "It's Christmas. If that's what he wants as a present..." He added, as he put to one side a pile of several dresses and various undergarments, and turned around to watch the television screen. Just as Luna ran shrieking loudly out of the arena. "Besides, every pervert deserves a break a few times a year. Even those poor fools in the stands." Yuri shook his head, then smiled. "Merry Christmas, Edge." Edge smiled happily and drooled slightly, as he stared at Marisa desperately trying to cover herself. "Merry Christmas, you two." He said happily. Marisa: 49 |
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