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Aila's only managed one small win so far this season, but if she wants to finish her run by drinking soda out of that Middle Championship trophy, she'll need three more wins under her belt. And she'll need all her wits about her and all her skill with a bow to stay alive this week, now that she faces the elegant, deadly dancer known as Marisa. But regardless of her opponent's physical abilities, Aila's Earth rune might give her the edge she needs, and her Shield Rune's healing should be enough to put her over the top. Look for this fight to be replayed on highlight reels all next week. |
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The Crimson Flash has wreaked havoc on Middle thus far, and there's no stopping her. For Marisa's second match, the deadly Jehenna mercenary will be facing off against an archer, easy prey for the faster and deadlier swordmistress. Once they start trading blows, Marisa's stinging scimitar will quickly tear apart the lightly-armored Karayan girl, even with the Earth Rune's protection. With Marisa's superior evasive skills and agility, nothing Aila can bring to bear against her will help at all. It's just one more fight out of the way for the most beautiful, and deadliest, of Fire Emblem mercenaries. |
SageAcrin *One week before the match.* "Mmmmmmm..." Sten said, drooling, as he stared at the match lineup. "Marisa...Aila..." "And no Selphie to stop me from watching the match." Irvine said, happily. "And no Piastol around to stop us!" Rapp said from the edge of the crowd, adding under his breath "And hopefully they'll forget she's not the only one that wants to kill them." he said, walking off smiling. "So what about the girls?" Badrach said. "I mean, yeah, they're pretty, but I'm kinda sick of being beaten to a pulp trying to get them into a better viewing state." The perverts, predictably, had gotten to the match postings first. "It's not like all of our plans will fail, you bum." Siegfried the unicorn said, snorting in annoyance. "We just need someone intelligent to make one." "Like you?" Badrach said. "Yeah, right, horse, you lived in the middle of nowhere and hit on squirrels. No, we need real brains behind this plan, which is why..." "I'm making this plan!" Over a dozen voices rung out in unison. Then the arguing started. "Look, look, we need someone classically good at this, someone known for his skill with these ideas." Bartholomew Fatima said from his wheelchair. "The last few people we've tried were not the best ideas. Let's go find someone neutral to make a decent plan for us." The group naturally found this reasonable enough. --- "Us...help...you? Hahahahahahahahahaha. AAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA, EHAHAHAHAHA." Edge and Yuri whooped with laughter. "They're thinking it over." Sten whispered to the rest of the crowd following him. "HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Edge, still laughing, closed the door in Sten's face. "So that's a maybe?" Sten said hopefully. "Let's let them think it over a bit and come back if we can't find anyone else." Siegfried said. --- "I'd love to, really, but I'm too tired to think of such splendid plans today." Zidane said, from the cracked door. "Sorry!" "Hey, wait, how'd you end up on crutches, Zidane?" Sten said, curiously. "Oh, um, I, um, tripped down a few flights of stairs." Zidane said uncertainly. "Anyways, bye now-" "Wait, wait, wait, I remember now, the Midgard girls dormatories were broken into, and they said something about having to beat up a monkey who was stealing their panties!" Badrach said, looking at Zidane. "I figured they meant Sten." "I would never get...caught...with...mmmm..." Sten said, drifting off. "Um...uh...well...that's not the point! That beating could never knock my tactical brilliance out!" Zidane said, annoyed. "But...um...well...Garnet heard about it, and said if she caught me with any other perverts, she'd cut me in half. With Odin. So...um, bye now!" Zidane said, slamming the door in Sten's face. "OW! My nose!" Sten said, staggering back. "Okay, next idea?" --- "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Brey cackled, as he shut the door in Sten's face. "You know, I'm starting to think they mean they're saying no when they do that." Sten said, puzzled. "Then again, they often shut doors in my face. Does that happen to anyone else?" Sten said, to a chorus of assenting comments and nods. "Maybe it's just me, then. I'm sure he'll think it over." Sten said, nodding. --- "You again!? You tried to steal my underwear four times last week, Sten! Get the hell out!" Zelos said, slamming the door in Sten's face. "I swear, I need to get that damned mojo back. Putting up with those perverts is just getting grating. But last I checked, some little girl in another world had it, because of that stupid Mogay. Pala? Pula? Paul? Some name like that. Thought it was a magical accessory." Zelos said, disgustedly, as she brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Oh well, time to go back to staring at this sexy body in the mirror some more. At least it's not all bad." "...you...tried stealing...a guy's underwear, Sten?" Irvine said, staring strangely at Sten. "...What? That's not a guy." "You...know we're here because that's Zelos, right?" "Yeah, but who cares about some girl named Zelos? I mean, she's cute, but why are we here trying to get her to make a plan? Whatever happened to the guy named Zelos, anyways? He always had the best plans." Sten said, sighing. "...never mind." Irvine said. --- "Why the devil would I help you?" Lezard Valeth said, annoyed. "Just because my tastes in women are a little uncommon? Pfft, you fools have no real grasp of true beauty, and I'm certainly not going to try to give you a grasp of it." "But..." Bart said, trying to make headway against Lezard's stream of words. "But nothing. You don't understand her true strength, the beauty of her hair as it glistens in the moonlight, the very grace with which she fights! You don't understand the very essence of her awe-inspiring power, nor can you appreciate the grace and fine features of her when she was a child! You can never appreciate any of this! You can never see her the way I do, you can never stare at her homonuclus with rapture as I do, you can never..." --- "So, we've visited five people. Two laughed in our faces and slammed the door, two slammed the door, and one ranted at us about a Valkyrie for two and a half hours then slammed the door." Sten said. "I'm out of ideas." "Lezard would have done it, too, if you hadn't called him creepier than Albedo in women's underwear at the end there." Badrach said, annoyed. "But he is!" Sten said. "Don't you remember that time Albedo got really drunk, and he tried rumagging through Relm's stuff, and ended up in her clothes, and then..." "Look, if Lezard is or is not as creepy as that...horrible image...is beside the point." Bart said. "The point is, do we just give up, or do we try to come up with our own plan?" "I vote for give up." Siegfried said. "Yeah, same here." Bart said. "Third!" Badrach said. "Look, we can't give up now! Don't you want to see Marisa's dress all torn, her hands grappling Aila's...br...mmmm....." Sten said, daydreaming. "Hmmm. I finally caught up with you." A cowled figure said, walking up to the group. "You people move too fast." He complained. "At any rate, I have the perfect plan for you, if you'll care to listen." "Who are you?" Sten said, attempting to look at the hooded face. "And why would you want to hel-AGGGGGLLLL-kck." Sten said, as a massive blast of fire smashed him into a far wall, leaving him twitching and smouldering. "That is my own affair. Do you wish my help, or not?" The figure said, lowering a hand. "Um...sure, if the plan's any good." Badrach said. "Mommy, the flowers are so purple and pretty, of course they'll be wonderful!" Sten said, dazedly. "...I think you broke him." Irvine said, poking at Sten's happily mumbling form. "I'm sure he'll be fine in a week." The figure said. "Now, here is the plan. Listen very carefully..." *One week later.* "So all we have to do is cast this spell, and all the fabric in the arena will dissolve!?" Sten said, with a sense of awe. "Yep. It's a pity you had to annoy that guy, you would have had a week to look forward to it instead of only recovering enough to understand it today." Irvine said. "He just said to wait until the match is over, so that the people betting on it don't kill us." "That shouldn't take that long." Siegfried noted, watching the weakened Aila desperately try to heal from Marisa's onslaught one last time. "And we owe it all to that mysterious stranger." Bart said happily. "Say, doesn't this...strike you all as a little too convenient?" Sheena Lepant said. He'd followed quietly, in the hopes of an interesting and...entertaining...plan, but this was a little too good for him. "I mean, don't you guys have dozens of people that would want to kill you?" "Huh? Who'd want to kill me?" Sten said, puzzled. "...never mind." Sheena said. "I...think I'll head up to the stands now. Or at least farther away from you guys." "That's kind of ru-hey, Aila's down!" Sten said, as Marisa dealt a vicious blow to Aila's forehead, knocking her out. "Now!" He said, reading the scroll off. "Nymenicadorlphcalagan..." "...Sten, it's not in a mystical language, you're reading it at an upside down diagonal." Irvine said, grabbing the scroll from Sten. "Here we go. Power of the cosmos, dissolve all that opposes my will of love! Disrobaga!" --- Marisa stood for a moment, breathing heavily. It had been a hard match, but she had triumphed. Then she noticed her clothes glittering. "What..." She trailed off, as her clothes abruptly poofed into into a cloud of lint. Along with a noticably sizable portion of her undergarments. As she gasped, she watched the lint drift off towards a arena ground-level entrance... The cheers and catcalls at Aila and Marisa's nearly-unclothed state, as well as Sten and company's cheers, were short lived however. Because, then, the clothes of anyone within ten rows of the arena also then poofed into lint. And the oblivious Sten and company didn't notice the massive storm of lint headed their way until it was far too late, as it encased them in a massive lint-ball. Then their clothes poofed into lint. "..." Marisa stared at the ground-floor entrance, which now had a massive lint-ball filling it. Nodding once, decisively, she strode across the arena, picking up her sword along the way... ...and impaled the lint-ball. Irvine shrieked in pain. A shriek which was cut off shortly, as Marisa used the sword as a handle to roll the entire ball out into the middle of the arena, yell out "These are the ones!", and walk off to her rooms to put on some clothes, ignoring the massive inferno, series of lightning strikes, and blasts of acid that coated the massive lint ball. Marisa is a woman of few words. Sadly for Sten and his companions, the conflagration of hundreds of annoyed spectators casting spells and hurling weapons at them only became worse when it became apparant that, due to being at ground zero, they were wearing absolutely nothing, instead of the scant amounts most people were left with. Seymour just smiled. "Ahhh, those two were truly magnificent, and no one shall ever be the wiser as to who it was that really unveiled their true beauty. Those fools make excellent tools." He said, chuckling, as he watched Marisa leave the arena with an exceptional amount of... interest. "I've always liked strong-willed women." Aila: 27 EFStorm
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