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Wiegraf Folles (Final Fantasy Tactics) |
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Wiegraf's warm-up battles against the dregs of the Tales multiverse continues. After molesting Chester, Wiegraf moves into familiar territory: Grinding a scrawny little mage to dust while he tries to charge a long, complex spell. Like the high-end black magic Wiegraf faced, Jade's fonic artes hurt like hell, but they take forever to cast and leave Jade a sitting duck while he readies them. A couple of flashy Holy Swordskills will turn the defenseless necromancer into red goop before the meteors can claim Wiegraf's life, and his range allows him to keep a safe distance if Jade gets daring and tries to use his spear artes. Either way, this'll be an easy win for Wiegraf, and proof that genius alone won't let you survive in an open arena. |
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Ah, a medieval revolutionary sort. How...quaint. Still, Jade isn't nearly as concerned about the white knight's political leanings as he is about the fact that he is a rather, ah, uninspired tactician, to put it gently. This is Weigraf Folles, he of 'charge out alone into the middle of your entire team' fame, after all. And that lack of strategy is precisely the kind of flaw that Jade Curtiss, one of the most brilliant and ruthless fighters around, loves to exploit. And just to make matters worse for the Death Corp leader, while his own strikes are indeed potent, they have nothing on the kind of damage that Jade can lay down with the terrifying Meteor Storm fonic arte. With all the odds in his favor, Jade is looking forward to a very entertaining battle indeed. |
SageAcrin Jade Curtiss is a clever tactician, with a string of victories attached. Of course, all the tactics in the world can't save you from getting your face carved up, sometimes. Wiegraf Folles was a swordsman without peer, and, unfortunately for Jade, one without major range concerns. So, Jade did the obvious thing. --- "Guy, you fight." Jade said, simply, as he shoved Guy into the arena. "...Wait, why me!?" "Because you're the one most suited for it, of course." "But that won't count!" "Of course it will. And if it doesn't, you still will have saved an old man great amounts of physical pain, time, trouble and effort." "...how...do you...manage to make helping you sound evil to refuse?" "I don't know what you mean." Ultimately, Wiegraf was too disgusted with the spectacle of watching Jade attempt to talk Guy into fighting in his place, and, sickened, he proceeded to plant a Lightning Stab in the both of them, rendering the question largely moot. Oh well. At least Jade has company in the infirmary. Guy's trying to bribe a nurse to get him out of there. To hell with fear of women, it's Jade we're talking about here. Wiegraf Folles: 36 |
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