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The mental struggle between the Demon King and the kind prince of Grado has taken a toll on his health and his sanity, but not to his ability to instill fear to Middles everywhere. So far, a flimsy princess and a snotty psychic kid dared to face the might of his dark magics and ingloriously fell. Now, a floozy who dares call herself a spy, carrying ridiculous props and a suitcase larger than herself, thinks she can get the best of the mighty prince? Even the Demon King would have to laugh at this mismatch. Unable to perform her one effective trick - the instant death of Snipe - on the resilient necromancer, Margarete will be an easy target to Naglfar's earth-devouring viciousness. A casting or two should handle this blonde idiot, and Lyon will once again reach the Middle finals! |
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Oh, the life of a busy, beautiful secret spy is just -never- done. After being sent to assassinate a prince and a robot, Mata Hari finds herself having to deal with yet another royalty bishie. Not that she complains: unlike her yaoifiending buddies Deis and Opera, Margarete at least gets to have some decent eyecandy for the missions. Regardless, this one may be a bit tough, as she can't simply snipe him away: Margarete will actually have to open her bag of tricks (literally) and pull out some actual army weaponry to handle the mad prince of Grado. But that shouldn't be too tough with his horrible speed and not amazing durability. As soon as a good grenade shot frags him, miss Mata Hari will have a ticket straight to the finals - and maybe even to a championship! |
SageAcrin How does a dark mage defeat a hero? He doesn't. He doesn't have to, either. No matter how Margie tried, she simply couldn't leave enough of a dent in Lyon. Shooting him...shooting him more....shooting him still more, really, Margie's not into variety, but the point is, nothing she did phased him. And so, when Lyon approached her, smiling, she panicked and wailed on the trigger. Lyon, calmly, grabbed the rifle and yanked downwards. Margie forfeited. I mean, if you literally can't get through a battle without shooting yourself in the foot, you just need to take a break for a bit. Lyon: 29 |
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