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Watari (Suikoden III) |
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After a season's worth of goofballs in Light, Watari should appreciate being out of the riffraff and ready to square off against opponents with some class. It's true too, as his first fight is against fellow "respected" mercenary Gaff Gaffgarion. Gaff's sword techniques are feared by all, but a professional ninja's strength and cunning can overcome them with ease. Then, with a few well-placed ninja stars, Watari will show this Dark Sword-toting, backstabbing-happy merc how Light Champions do their things in the bigger leagues. |
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A ninja vs. a totally different kind of mercenary should make for an interesting matchup. However, all the advantages seem to work in favor of the Dark Knight Gafgarion. Watari, in typical ninja fashion, favors speed and dodging ability over raw damage... a fatally flawed strategy against Gafgarion's unevadable Night Sword. Gafgarion's solid armor and good draw of shields will insure Watari won't get an opening to put the dark knight down fast before being worn down and eventually killed. It will be an easy win which Gafgarion won't even need his dirty, backstabbing tricks to claim. |
SageAcrin "...What are you doing here, Watari!?" Edge said, staring at Watari at a bar table, stunned. "Having a drink." Watari said, shrugging. "...Your match started two minutes ago." Edge said patiently. "Oh, that." He said, knocking back a shot. "...well?" "I decided not to fight." "...You decided not to fight!? What about ninja honor and your pride? What about winning and mocking Zida-wait, that's my values." Edge said, shaking his head. "What about hating to lose?" "Simple. Stupidity both won and lost this day. A bunch of stupid judges decided to try the swimsuit contest again. Except Piastol heard about it and hired about five dozen guards for each of them. Day and night." Watari waved at a waitress for another round for both himself and Edge. "I figured, it was best to get out while I was ahead and not being made to wear a swimsuit, or being forced to drag dozens of sleeping guards into a hallway just to knock someone out. Not worth it." He said, accepting his drink. "...But what about your pride? I thought you hated losing to idiot." Edge said, frowning. "Oh, that. Well, I think I can hear the answer to that coming." Watari stood up, and calmly opened a door outside. As a few hundred knights, mounted on Chocobo, rode by. "I tipped off Gafgarion." Watari said, a satisfied note entering his voice. "He may well be the only person who'd be less happy to be humiliated like that than I am. He died rich; Doubleagent mercenaries generally do." A note of disgust entered Watari's voice at the thought of selling out a client, but he continued. "Death isn't a big problem here, and he has connections to some pretty big name people. I figure he'll take care of this problem." "..." Edge said, staring after the birds. "I end up with enough money to be set after my run in Light, Gafgarion takes care of the stupid judges, and I unwind. My pride's fine, thanks." Watari said, slightly smiling, as he sipped his drink. "Also, it probably didn't hurt that he hates one of the judges..." --- "Okay! It's time to get to the match." Cait Sith said, his giant moogle hopping out of the room, flanked by a massive cordon of guards. "Hmmm? What? Why are you all stopped?" He asked, puzzled, as a black armored figure approached. "...Gaf...Hey! Get him!" Cait yelled at the guards, who were making way for Gafgarion as he walked up to Cait. "Stupid cat. I bought them off. You may be able to handle me alone, but I will enjoy ordering you beaten to a pulp." Gaff Gafgarion said, chuckling nastily... Watari: 24 |
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