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Barret Wallace (Final Fantasy VII) |
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Barret is BACK, and ready to KICK SOME ASS! Having a gun drafted to his arm has proved invaluable to Barret on numerous occasions, and this here's just one more chance to let loose a rain of bullets. Barret's going to enjoy this match. Beating the crap out of an employee of the Shinra with a whole audience watching!? It's a dream come true! Elena's already failed to defeat the leader of AVALANCHE, why would now be any different? By the time Barret reaches Limit Break range, he'll have already shot enough ammunition into Elena's face that a limit will be merciless overkill. Ain't not gettin' offa this train we're on, and this train's destination is a Middle Championship! |
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The rising star of the Turks graces the Dueling League arena again, ready to make up for a lot of lost time! And who might this be, growling like the empty-headed muscle freak that he is? Why, it's that darling mantwerp who runs AVALANCHE, Barrett! He may be no Cloud, but Elena's got to admit, pounding this worthless twerp into the ground before he realizes what's going on will be more than satisfactory. With hard-hitting attacks, confusion, and durability, Barrett's gonna find himself bowled over before he realizes what's happened, and like hell he'll have time to launch one of those pretty little limits Elena's way. Indeed, it's time for the Turk lady to shine! |
DragonKnight Zero The match was held as a bull riding contest. Elena, being lighter, was predictably thrown off faster. Surely the match was rigged. But by whom? Reno and Rude offered no comment. Laughing too hard. Barret Wallace: 41 |
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