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The drunken samurai of Wakatu may not be much of a looker, but his swordsmanship is unmatched in the Regions. And what better place to prove it than the Duelling League? First up is last season's Light Champion, Flare, who poses a strange challenge. Her wind rune gives the princess a strong mix of sleep spells and healing, both of which could give Gen some problems. However, Deadend is just as capable of wrecking Flare's day, and if the consequences of Gen's hard-drinking lifestyle can't keep him asleep forever, a little wind isn't going to cut it! It's crunch time, and this swordsman isn't known for handing victory to his foes right off the bat! |
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The Obel Princess may have just won a championship for her home node, but she's not stopping there, no sirree! Next on her agenda is the conquest of Middle, starting with this drunken swordsman. As usual, Flare will put her ninja-like speed and Wind of Sleep to good use, preventing the sluggish Gen from getting a turn while she slowly snipes him to death. And if he ever gets lucky enough to resist the drowsiness, a quick Healing Wind will easily wipe away whatever damage he inflicts. Looks like another easy win for the clan of En Kuldes! |
OblivionKnight "Ugh" Flare spat in disgust. "This is my first opponent? What a disgrace. I think that's his breakfast lying on the arena floor. Disgusting!" Actually, it was his lunch - a fabulous turkey artichoke panini, served with a side of cut asparagus ends, mixed mushrooms, and a pickle. Of course, Gen's lunch isn't the point of this. The samurai had a bit too much to drink before the match...moreso than usual. Three vodka martinis, five whiskey sours, a gallon of rum, and four of Bowman's special "anti-depressant" mixes. The poor samurai, hardy on the alcohol though he is, couldn't take it all. He nearly arrived late for his match, and now, was having trouble even standing up. "This will not do!" Flare screeched. "I will have this fixed!" With that, to the surprise of the entire arena audience, Flare stormed out of the arena. Gen, unconscious though he was, had achieved a victory... ------ 2 Weeks Later... Auron stood in front of a now sober, but chained Gen. Staring right at the confined swordsman, he spoke: "Gen, you have disgraced the Society of Drunken Samurai (SODS). By the power vested in me as president of this society, you are hereby kicked out" Gen stared at the tall, daunting samurai. His mouth was open, his eyes glazing over: how could this happen? Auron continued. "You'll need to turn in all of your paraphernalia: the jug of sake, the back-up jug of sake, the back-up back-up jug of sake, the bumper sticker, the t-shirts, the boxers, the socks, the cape, the towel, the sunglasses, the teapot, the saddle, the frying pan, the bug spray, the blanket, the prophylactics, the inhaler, the notebook, the pencil, the...well, everything. Remaining members? Raise your jugs" "Cheers!" Gen: 24 |
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