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So moogles don’t like having those little red thingies on their head touched, right? Ever wonder how they’ll feel about them getting shot at? We’ll certainly know after this fight, since Rath is fully intent on putting a few arrows into it, just like ol’ William Tell and his apple. Well, except for that whole ‘not hurt the other guy in the process’ thing. That would be rather against the point of this whole exercise, wouldn’t it? Between the arrows flying at his head, feet, arms…and every other part of him, Mog won’t have time to so much as count out a rhythm without becoming a fuzzy white pincushion. This isn’t a dance contest, and it isn’t even a fight. It’s pest control. Well, and maybe just a bit of target practice. Come on, what about that little pom-pom doesn’t just scream 'SHOOT ME'? |
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It’s time for round 2 of this dance fest that folks call Middle, and there just ain’t no stoppin’ this crazy moogle! And check out his opponent, a guy on a horse? Yeah, trying to dance from horseback is pretty ballsy, Mog’ll give him that, but not practical in the least. Of course, his opponent could always be trying to take the thug’s way out, and fight instead of dance. Rather vulgar of him, but it’s no skin off Mog’s nose; it won’t change things a bit. All Rath has is arrows and swords, and neither of those can even begin to get around the moogle’s high defense backed with occasional Sun Baths for healing, giving Mog all the time in the world to get a fatal dance off. One way or another, Mog’s gonna cut a rug straight to the semi-finals, and right now Rath is just another shag carpet underfoot! |
SageAcrin There is a time in every Moogle's life where you must give up your dignity, your grace, your very reputation, in order to win a battle. This wasn't one of those times, really. However, Mog has never been good at gauging these things. --- "..." Thirteen people, Mog's friends, stared blankly at him. "What, kupo? It worked, didn't it? Come on, kupo, I've always wanted to try that!" Mog said, shaking his head. "...I didn't even know you had a Gato Tango." Strago said, scratching his head. "Look, kupo, if you guys are that scared of a moogle summoning a giant robot to dance sensually with a man on a horse, then carry him out of the arena while kissing him, you should kupo that kind of narrow-mindedness to yourself, kupo." Mog said, annoyed. "I won't do it again, though." He added, as he huffed out. "...I think he rehearsed that speech." Locke said. Several other people nodded. Rath himself was ultimately unharmed. Outside of a tendancy to shriek like a little girl and throw things when he sees most electronics. Not a big deal, in his world. Oh, and now he names his arrows. Rath: 16 Cinny
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