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Cid Highwind (Final Fantasy VII) |
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Armed with his trusty Venus Gopsel and a foul mouth, Cid Highwind enters the RPGDL fray with his normal grace. Ayame is known for her icy reserves, but even she will likely be taken aback by Cid's constant swearing and the ease in which he wields his powerful spear. Cid faces a fairly large disadvantage thanks to the Ayame's speed and evasion, but that won't hold Cid back forever. Once one his infamous limits charge, all the evasion in the world won't save the frail ninja from Cid's wrath. |
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Ayame's cold personality and speedy style of fighting is in marked contrast to Cid's loudmouth ranting and limit-style brawling. Cid's mouth is the worst of her worries. With her S in repel and high skill score, she should have no problem batting away Cid's clumsy strikes. With the Shrike Rune fueling her damage, it should also be easy for the deadly ninja to smite Cid before one of his powerful limits come into play. |
Veryslightlymad ---Last night--- The shadowy figure slinked down the hallways, and subtly creeped into the room. With absolutely no noise, a practiced hand eased open a drawer. The man slept peacefully. Unaware that as he rested, the figure slowly replaced every last object inside a box of his, with a similar object from a box of the figure's. Then, as silent as before, the figure closed the drawer, left the room, and faded into the night. ---Today--- Ayame and Cid casually entered their halves of the RPGDL arena. As fanfare played and the contestants were introduced, Ayame stood at ease, ready for anything, and the ever-offensive Cid waved to his fans, flipping them off to their delight. The two fighters were instructed to begin. ---Two Weeks Ago--- Cid Highwind took a long drag on his cigarette, as he read over the seeding chart for the RPG Duelling League."Well, $#!^, Looks like I'm gonna fight this season," he said. "I guess I'd better get my ass in gear and do some &*@%ing training." ---Today--- The contestants sprang into action, and to the great pleasure of the entire audience, both seemed to be putting on a show. Cid's constant stream of vulgar taunts, and masterful spear handling was offset by the quiet ninja's graceful style. Ayame threw in the occasional backflip, and bent her body at seemingly impossible angles to avoid some attacks she could have easily sidestepped. There was an unspoken desire to please the crowd, and the secret pact the fighters had made was being carried out extroardinarily well. The fans were standing up and cheering for their battle. ---One Week Ago--- "Wow, Cid is really putting his heart into all of his training. I don't think I've seen him in such good shape." The speaker, Tifa Lockheart, and her friend, Yuffie Kisaragi, observed the excersizing of the pilot. Both young women were genuinely impressed by his performance. "That's not the only thing," Tifa went on. "He's even cut back on his smoking! Why, he's taken to counting to five, before lighting up a new cigarette. And he uses Mississippis! Isn't that wonderful? I think he could really win, this season." "I dunno," Yuffie said, skeptically. "We ninja can be tricky. He'd better stay on his toes mentally, too." ---Today--- Some time had passed, and the two fighters had traded their share of blows. Cid had cuts and scrapes across his body from many thrown shuriken, and there were even a few lodged in the side of his spear. Ayame had not gone unharmed either, and her body held multiple bruises from places where she had been hit with the shaft of the pilot's weapon: a testament to how much his training had helped him. But Cid must have been hurt a bit more than he let on, for he suddenly held his hand up to the audience, and glowed softly, indicating he had reached his limit. He reached his hand into his coat, producing a stick of dynamite. It wasn't his strongest limit, but it was a crowd favorite, and so far, the crowd had came first this day. Indeed, as they saw what he held, everyone else in the arena seemed to cheer. Even Ayame, for her part, smiled. ---Four Days Ago--- "A...Ayame?" The young master of Budehuc castle, approached the ninja cautiously, not wanting to bother her. "Excuse me, but this package just arrived. Something from the... 'Acme Corporation'. It's adressed to you." Ayame gave Thomas an obliging nod, and he turned to leave her to her solitude. She considered her package for several minutes. ---Today--- Audience roaring in his ears, Cid raised his dynamite to the sky. Then, with a twinkle in his eye, and a smile at his opponent, he brought the wick to the end of his cigarette. And promptly exploded. In the silence of the deafening blast, Ayame gave what was either a respectful nod, a solemn bow, or perhaps both. Then she casually left the arena before the real applause had a chance to begin. Cid Highwind: 10 |
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