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Tristan Zenobia (Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen) |
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Defeating teleporting wonder Viki? A fine start, but not what he's here this season for. Prince Tristan's here to get back to his rightful division by brute force, and a mere thief ain't stopping him. After dodging Rashidi's unholy assassins for years and years, a lowly scoundrel is nothing to worry about. More than a match for Colm in both accuracy and speed - let alone raw strength, where he dominates - Tristan can pummel Colm with countless speedy slashes and finish off his foe at his lesiure with Sonic Strike. Once this is done, Tristan can enjoy the fruits of his labor and begin to once again climb to the top of middle... after laughing at Rashidi's latest failings in Godlike, of course. |
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The extraordinary thief (and practical knight in shining armor, if you ask Neimi) has overcome his first obstacle in his quest to steal the Middle championship. Although his first match was rough, there’s no doubt that he can take the next one easily. Sure, the prince matches up pretty evenly to some of Colm’s strengths, but he also fails in some key areas. After all, power and speed mean nothing if he still can’t hit Colm with any regularity. Even if he does, the years of abuse Colm has received protecting Neimi have given him surprisingly apt durability. Add in Colm's surprisingly strong slashes, critical hits, counters and instant kills on his side and… well… do the math. |
Gatewalker Colm rolled his eyes at Neimi's worrying over him, "I'll be fine. This one will be a piece of cake, I promise." Neimi, however, wasn't so convinced, "But, but people say that Tristan is such a powerful fighter that the three Sky Knights consider him an equal! I'm so afraid he's going to hurt you!" Sighing, Colm pushed Neimi away as the match announcer stated calling for his entrance, "Relax, his profile says he's a General, right? I know how to handle those guys. Big, heavy armor, slow as dirt, can barely turn around fast enough to keep me in sight let alone hit me. This one's in the bag. Anyway, it's time to get on with this. Just don't cry, alright?" As Neimi nodded and held back her tears, Colm turned on his heel and cockily walked into the arena...only to find a rather slender and athletic man in a light suit of blue armor carrying a very large sword easily in one hand. Blinking Colm drew his sword and reflexively entered his fighting crouch, "Uh, you're Tristan?" The blonde man nodded to him and brought his sword up in a salute, "Indeed I am. And you must be Colm. Are we ready to begin then?" "Um, well, could I ask a question first? You're a General, right?" Tristan nodded, "Yes, and?" "I was kinda expecting a really big guy with alot of armor and a spear then." "Heavy armor and a spear? I think you're mistaken, all the Generals I know prefer the blade and tend not to be any more heavily armor clad then I am. Is that all you had to ask?" Sighing again, Colm nodded, "Yeah, that's it. Let's get this over with then." Now that he was no longer sure of exactly what he was up against, all of Colm's earlier confidence had left him. Now it was do or die against an opponent that he was unsure of the capabilities of. But he didn't have long to worry about it. With a curt nod, Tristan brought his sword up in an aggressive stance, "Excellent. Now, defend yourself. Enguard!" And with that, the prince of Zenobia was across the floor at lightning speed, pressing in an attack so furious that even Colm could barely dive out of the way. But as soon as Colm tried to launch a counter attack at the General's back, Tristan was already on top of him, and sent the thief sprawling with one solid blow from his sword. Following up on his attack, Tristan swiftly moved over to Colm's side as he tried to rise, and leveled the point of his sword at Colm's head. "Yeild?" Staring up at his opponent for a moment, Colm decided that it was probably bet that he just swallow his pride, and nodded, "Yeah. Damn, this was like me trying to take on Joshua, only you hit harder. How do you swing a sword that big, that fast?" Tristan grinned and helped his beaten opponent up, "Practice until my arms are about to fall off, how else? Well, I'll be off then, before the pink haired lady over there tramples me trying to get to you. Good match, sir Colm." Allowing himself to be pulled up to his feet, Colm nodded, "Yeah, same to you." Without another look at the man who just mopped the floor with him, Colm started limping over to Neimi, "Yes Neimi, I'm fine. Do something useful and go find Moulder, will you?" Tristan Zenobia: 30 |
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