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Chaos's fiends are doing his bidding this season, by smiting all in their way in the lower divisions. Lich doesn't nearly have the fight on his hands that Tiamat does, as Milda of Grandia fame plays to his strengths. Big, nasty fighters with no speed aren't what scares Lich halfway out of his state of undeath, quite frankly. His cursed frame possesses much toughness against such attacks that aren't imbued with the power of light or fire. Hold and his own deadly magic spells are more than enough to stop this cow in her tracks, as the power of undeath works it's magic over the DL again. |
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Notorious and scary beastwoman? Yes. Inhumanly strong and filled with animal cunning? Yes. But Milda is also a loving and doting wife, to be completely fair. Not that it will help her in the DL, of course! Still looking for the Dueling League success that some of her castmates have enjoyed, Milda comes into this season as a beastwoman on a mission. Her attacks can cripple fighters - even bosses like Lich will suffer here. She's durable, but slow, the classic combo for the fighting type. But a storm is coming to the DL, a perfect storm which will take Milda all the way to the Middle finals! |
SageAcrin The rain steadily poured from the sky. Milda, water dripping down her face, smirked at the frail, pathetic skeleton in front of her. All her physical might would crush him to powder. All of her talents at raw destruction would murder him...again, I guess. She laughed as she asked one simple question of him. "Are you ready?" --- "Yes." Lich noted. "Have you been really waiting by my bedside, for me to wake up, just to gloat dramatically like that?" Milda muttered, barely concious. "....maybe?" Lich mumbled. Lich: 25 |
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