Delita Hyral has quite a reputation. His long-awaited return to the Duelling Arena should be a glorious situation, awaited with bated breath by the masses. However, such is sadly not the case, as he is stuck with fighting a pathetic excuse for a psychic girl. All of Delita's strength is wasted on Paula, who is weak, fragile and inept with her psychic powers. One Holy Explosion should be more than enough to send that spineless little girl to her maker. This kindergartener isn't even a warmup.
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Frying Pan in hand, PSI's ready, and with the hopes and dreams of little children everywhere riding with her, Paula is ready to fight and determined to win at all costs. Her opponent, though, is a tricky foe in more ways than one. However, as long as Paula can keep a clear head through it all, keep her offense going, and make use of her good speed, even he who may be considered the craftiest of Ivalice's knights will find this battle to be too much for him!
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A man, with a boquet of flowers.
A woman, sitting in ring of stone.
Then the quick thrust.
Delita, unable to block, unsheathed his sword and impaled the innocent.
"Ramza, what did you get? I..."
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"What the hell did we just watch?" Deis said, as she watched Delita slump to the ground.
"I think Paula stabbed Delita. With a pan. Then got impaled." Rolf said, blinking. "Looks like he's the winner to me."
"Stabbed? With a pan? Besides, I never saw a pan. Looked like she punched him." Cyril said querulously.
"Looked like she had a knife to me. Wouldn't have thought she had that in her! Hehehehe." Luca Blight said, grinning.
"A knife? She can't even equip one?" "So what?" "Are you both crazy? It was a punch!" "Pan!" "Knife!"
-...why are they arguing over this? I'd tell them Delita just got badly wasted last night and paid Paula to do this, then forgot, but they wouldn't even listen.- Mewtwo sighed to himself, as he watched the other judges fight. -At least they agree Delita won.-
Delita Hyral: 58
Paula: 14
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