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Otter Zophar's not a dumb villain. He knows his own strengths, voice acting included, and is careful to play towards them. On principle, there's no way he'd ever confront a woman who had the ability to silence his infamous evil laugh. Zophar has a whole process for confrontations like this and the laugh is absolutely indispensable. With the laugh, even defeat may come with dignity, but without it there can be no fight. Zophar: 26 CmdrKing
Yevon Believe it or not, miracles do happen. But Geshp still loses. Geshp: 13 superaielman Citan saw what had happened the last time someone had dared to be able to overcome Rashidi in a fight, let alone his previous beating at the hands of Mewtwo. It was to his great surprise when Rashidi came to the arena looking half asleep, dressed in a bathrobe, and smoking a morning pipe. "Hello, lad. You wished for a duel? I'm afraid I'm not up for such a challenge. Still a bit tired from that previous display of energy. So..." Rashidi stepped back, and behind him stood a fully dressed Rashidi! A quick shimmer in the illusion showed that it was, in fact, a very pissed off looking Mewtwo. "He seems to wish to have a few words with you. With my blessings, Mewtwo." Rashidi's illusion shifted, so he looked like yet another innocent bystander in the match. Sipping a drink, Rashidi smiled as Mewtwo tore the erstwhile Guardian Angel of Solaris apart. However, the illusion shifted during the fight, which showed who was really beating Citan within an inch of his life. Rashidi just shrugged at this and dropped his own illusion, and quickly dispatched anyone who tried to interfere in the fight on Citan's behalf. Before long, Mewtwo stood over the remains of Citan, victorious and avenged. [My thanks for this chance for revenge. As for my end of the deal... consider it done, with my blessings.] [A pleasure doing business with such a like minded fighter.] --- Melfice and Ryudo sheathed their weapons and walked out of the bar where they were watching the fight, most amused. "That old man who stood against me in the finals lost again, Brother. Heh heh.." [I wouldn't be so arrogant, Horn of Valmar.] Melfice glanced around for the voice that had spoken to him, and saw nothing. Shrugging, he and Ryudo walked out of the bar, and headed toward their quarters. [Again, you presume too much. Did you not think that Rashidi would get nothing out of this deal? He wanted just one thing, which is the same thing two other very angry people wanted..] Melfice gulped suddenly, and yelled at Ryudo to sprint towards the shelter of their rooms. It was too late, as a very angry looking Genevieve and False Althena stood in front of the doors. "Hello, rival. Long time no see." Genevieve stood, preparing some sort of spell. False Althena merely floating above the ground. "The Wiseman personally contacted us about it. Such a powerful and resourceful man.. just someone I'd like to spend some personal time with. But enough about me, it's time to teach you two the cost of crossing the savior of LUNAR!" --- Rashidi watched the fight in a crystal ball, nodded to Mewtwo, and walked off. He had gotten his money's worth out of this loss.. Rashidi: 28 CO Cheddar The Season so far had been anything but ordinary. First, the audience had seen Geshp and Riou actually win matches in Godlike, in the same week no less. They were then greeted to Citan's surprise upset over Mewtwo, an event only slightly more shocking than Mewtwo's brutal revenge. Even with all this chaos, though, it was almost a given that Riou would not win a second match: Ghaleon would see to that. The Magic Emperor strode into the arena haughtily, knowing that victory would come with greater ease than ever. He was, after all, fighting one of the weakest Godlikes in the league. What could Riou possibly do to him? The answer, as it turned out, was nothing at all. The previous night, Riou had gone with Tir and Serge for a night of heavy drinking to celebrate his "first time". Far too wasted to even enter the ring, much less to fight the Magic Emperor, was disqualified, giving Ghaleon a bye to the finals. Riou: 18 Starphoenix das Helpoemer
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Joou Ranbu After the embarassing display of cleavage last week, King Galam was prosecuted by the RPGDL Squad of Decency. And his sentence was declared to be getting smashed by a giant meteor. Since Galam wasn't alive for his match of the week, the victory was given to Jack. However, they never thought about removing the horrible pink tank-top from the King. The mausoleum where his remains will be kept until he is summoned to the DL halls again was lauded as the "Queen Galam of the Desert's Hangout", frequented by such greats as Millich Oppenheimer, Simone Verdricci and Augustine. I'm sure no one of us needed to know about this, nor cared, nor actually wanted to. However, sometimes, DL records just have to be filled in the most shameful way possible. It's not like people care about Queen Galam, anyway. <_< Jack van Burace: 37 SageAcrin The speculation for this match ran wild. Could Lloyd's Material Blade be broken? Could his armor? If they couldn't, could he outfight one of the most talented knights of Ivalice? Would he even get a chance to use his powerful Falcon's Crest? Actually, in the end, it came down to Dycedarg just not feeling like being remotely fair, activating his Zodiac Stone, and transforming into Adramelk. Then getting disqualified due to not really being Dycedarg after that. A common (Though often disputed.) rule of the DL is that if you're not really who it says should be fighting in that match, after using some skill, talent, merging with a giant mechanical rabbit, etc...well, you lose. Adramelk is more the demon of the Zodiac Stone and less Dycedarg...or, at any rate, that's what the judges decided. Then again, Adramelk, once he learned of this, took out his fury on Lloyd. So, while Dyce's mumbling to himself over a glass of wine, both Lloyd's armor and his swords are being removed from exceptionally...tender places. So, in the end, no one really wins. Lloyd Irving: 31 Otter Kain Highwind was excited. This time, Cecil really needed his help, and he was just the man for the job! For once, there was no mind control interference, no conflicting agendas, and no problem with his fighting ability. There was just a dragon to slay, and by the old dragoon masters who had passed down to him their ancient style of combat, he was going to slay it. Plus, Rosa was bound to be watching him in his moment of glory, seeing how Cecil needed his help. Feeling truly in control, Kain arrived at the arena but decided to add a little more drama by waiting outside for a few minutes. "If Cecil's already injured when I jump in, he probably won't get in my way during the real fight, not to mention how much more heroic I'll seem to her this way." Finally, when he could wait no longer, the armored dragoon knight rushed into the arena with his shining lance bared. This is where things got pretty confusing. Kain had limited experience in actually fighting dragons, but he was sure they were supposed to be moving. In his imagination, they were also breathing fire and not covered in gaping slashes from which blood slowly oozed. In general, he had figured that Tiamat would look more like a living dragon and less like a similar monster that had been slain moments ago. Not letting such petty details get in the way, Kain lept high into the air before falling at much the same rate with a new dent in his helmet. Already having been awarded the victory, Cecil could only muse to the giggling Rosa that some people truly are beyond redemption. Cecil Harvey: 57 Cinny
CmdrKing Will of Valmar. The living incarnation of a dark god. The mightiest of all butterflies. Zera could be called all of these things. However, he is first and formost catagorized as an Old Priest. Queen Zeal has an equally impressive list of attributes. The relevant one, in this match, is "Schala's and Janus' really hot mom". As cinema has taught us, Old Priests are highly susceptable to heart attacks. As, well, OTHER cinema has taught us, sexual arrousal is straining on the heart. So of course, Zera promptly falls over clutching his chest as soon as Zeal enters. Zeal quickly used this opportunity to add a new title to her growing moniker- Godslayer. This will likely not turn out well when the lawsuits come. Zeal, Queen: 42 Joou Ranbu We all know that Chaz isn't very bright. We also know that Chaz likes buying useless trinkets from trips he takes as souvenirs, while Rika blabs at him for wasting his hard-earned Meseta in such pointless things. That doesn't stop him from getting a woodcarven sandworm or badly coloured pennants from Termi. Which leads us to Chaz' vacation week with Rika in Costa del Sol. He was surprised to see there was a lady in a barrack selling a rare, unique miniature of his old friend Gryz. In Costa Del Sol, of all places! And a miniature of Gryz that danced the Charleston while singing the Asereje song! Which leads us to the match. The result was predictable - Cait Sith turned Gryz into a miniature, squished him and that was that. Reeve, however stuffed the poor Motavian and sold him to an old saleslady in Costa Del Sol. Leading us to Chaz. Even now, he hasn't noticed the truth behind the trinket he bought. Meanwhile, Reeve is sitting at home, laughing by himself. Apparently, having apparently pointless recently given supernatural powers is a lot of fun. Gryz: 17 SageAcrin Ah, Tolone. Graduated from Jugend as an Element. And had dealt with a massive idiot in the line of duty before. It seemed like she had it made. Unfortunatly, it turns out that her past came back to haunt her... --- "No! You can't fight him!" Seraphita shrieked at Tolone. "What are you talking about...?" Tolone said, walking down the hallway to the arena. "Dekar! You can't fight him!" Seraphita said. "He might hurt you! Badly! And besides, even if h-" "Look, Seraphita, the match is set. Now get out of my way." Tolone said, shouldering Seraphita aside... "But Tolone! H-" The rest of Seraphita's words were lost, as Tolone walked out into the Arena... --- "How do you keep attacking me from behind!?" Dekar yelled, confused and dazed, as Tolone smiled. "That's for me to know, and you to find out." She said, laughing. Her plans of installing a small Ether Amplifier in an arena wall had been beyond her wildest dreams. She had expected it to distract Dekar at a crucial moment. Which it had. And, despite getting blasted in the back by a tornado as he turned around to find the source of the small energy blast that smacked him in the back of the head, Dekar still stood. It didn't matter, though, because Dekar had repeatedly fell for the trick anyhow, as small blasts of energy caught him in the back and distracted him, leaving him open to Tolone's assaults. Tolone had taken some hits, but it looked all over for the exausted Dekar, who had apparently fell to his one weakness-his mind. "Now, to finish yo-augh!" Tolone screamed in mid-sentence, as she was caught in a blast of fire. "You can't have him!" Seraphita yelled, blasting Tolone with fire again. "What? Why are you defending him!?" Tolone, sadly, didn't manage to stay concious before the second blast of fire, so she didn't hear the response. "I can't let you hurt my boyfriend!" Seraphita yelled, running over to Dekar and wrapping her arms around him. The moral of this story is simple. No matter how well laid the plans, idio-erm, love always will triumph. Tolone: 16 SageAcrin *Seven days ago...* "Hmmm." Edge said, glancing over the list of the week's matchups as they were posted. As usual, the event had drawn somewhat of a crowd, among those who hadn't bothered to find out about the matches that hadn't blown up half the Duelling League. "Are any of these worth watching? Transvestite against cold swordgirl, couple of vampire-wannabees...Galam..." Edge shuddered, recalling one of his recent "matches" for a moment. "...Avoiding him as much as possible for the rest of my life....hmmm, most of these matches are pretty dull...hmm. A fox lady against a foxy lady. Interesting." "Eheheh, I bet you have something planned." Sten said, looking sideways at Edge. "But it can't possibly beat what I'm planning! It'll leave a mark forever!" "You couldn't plan your way out of a paper bag, Sten." Edge said, smirking. "What!? You just wait!" Sten said, running off. "Heheh. Now, which arena is th-...oh. Leave it to monkey brain to figure out the obvious trick you can do with a arena with a mudpit trapdoor in it." Edge said, chuckling. "He doesn't even remember what happened to the last person that messed with that? Or that the thing's been trapped for ages by the best mages and technological minds in the League? It's not like it was done in secret... Oh, this will be great." Edge said, laughing and rubbing his hands together. "Maybe I can even show him up, to add insult to injury...well, as long as Rydia doesn't catch me..." *Seven days later...* "Eheheheheheh...ahahahah! My greatest work is here!" Sten cackled, as he looked over his crudly constructed switch box. "With this, which I stole from Lexis after I had him make it for me, so I didn't have to pay him!" "Are...you sure that thing will work?" Zidane said dubiously, looking at the box. "Lexis isn't known for getting things to work right on his first try." Sheena Lepant said, staring at the box. "I...think I'll just watch this whole thing from as far away as I can get. Even I have limits." "Coward! Spineless! Bah." Sten yelled after Sheena, as he walked out of the room. "Now, let's get into position..." --- "Hehehe. Glad you decided to join us." Edge said to Sheena, lounging under a tree. "It should be an interesting show, though we'll have to see it on the little screen here." Yuri said, patting a nearby portable TV. "You won't see much from here, but trust me, it'll be a great show. Still, you didn't tell anyone, right?" "That you two were leaving the arena alone, going away from the fight between two cute girls? No, I'm not stupid." Sheena said, grinning. "So, what's the plan?" "Simple enough." Edge said, pulling out a small controller. "First, we wait for the chimp to make his move...." --- "Hmmm. I trust we can make this a clean fight?" Karin said, smiling at Ursula. "Of course. There's no need to worry about it degenerating into a brawl. A simple battle until first blood will do." Ursula said, stretching her arms. "After all, I trust you to fight honorably." She said, as the battle was announced started. "It's time! It's time!!" Sten laughed exicitedly from his seat in the stands, as he pulled out his controller, the nearby seated perverts leaning forward with baited breath as Sten happily pressed the button... And the doors to the pit in the arena sprung open. Upwards. Not even for the first time in the arena history...however, the last time they did that had been a jury-rigging accident. This was far more purposeful. Any number of traps had been laced on that pit, as anyone remotely intelligent had figured out by now. Even Lexis knew it, which was why he had been working on a more advanced model than the prototype that Sten had stolen, because his current model wouldn't get around those traps... As the crowd watched, stunned, a massive vortex of flames wrenched out of the pit and snatched Zidane, Sten, and their crew of loyal-yet-stupid perverted friends into mid-air, charring them to a crisp. Then several small hatches opened up near the pit, and several turrets on the outer rim sprang to life, opening up on the center of the vortex. Missiles, lasers, Magitek beams, arcs of lightning and blasts of ice converged on the target. Then, as the stunned crowd watched, the devastating blast was caught in a Graviton Cannon blast, and simple crushed it's self out. Leaving half a dozen people raining to the arena floor. Still alive. The best trap, it was decided, was one that trained people off doing things again, rather than killing them. Studying Yu Yevon has proven useful in producing a projectable auto-life field, as it turned out. Piastol had spared no expenses. "...I'm...so glad I didn't go with them." Sheena said, his jaw hanging open at the scene on the screen. "And now for the fun." Edge said. "It turns out, Lexis was quite willing to do a little work for free for me, just to humiliate that monkey more than he was going to be." He said, pressing a button. And a massive cannon rose out of the ground, splitting the fake tree that the two of them had been sitting under in half. "Presenting the Creamonade, Lexis Shaia's greatest invention. Capable of...well, you'll see." Edge said, pressing another button. Two massive, shock-absorbing secondary arms branched down from the cannon, the barrel of the cannon extended, shone with various random and pointless lights, and something incredible happened. Four thousand gallons of high pressure cream, whipped instantly by the barrel's design, blasted out of the cannon, on a high arc trajectory. Towards the arena. "My...god." Sheena said, staring at the screen, as Ursula, covered in whipped cream, staggered to her feet. "This is..." "The best thing science has ever done for the world. That Shaia's a genius." Yuri said, smiling. "Sadly, though, I think Sten may have still won." Edge said. "No one will forget him bursting into flames like that." Edge said, sighing, as he watched the drenched Karin and Ursula slide around in what was now a massive vat of whipped cream... "Though, I suggest we run. Karin just slipped and knocked her self out. She may not appreciate finding out who helped cost her this match." Yuri said, stretching. "Agreed." Sheena and Edge said, laughing... Ursula: 31 CmdrKing
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superaielman Vaynard's record on women's rights is abysmal. Gaining his kingdom through male only rule, insulting the young queen of Leonia.. by all accounts, he was a pig and a jerk towards anything female. This didn't amuse the equal minded Aelia, not at all.. Of course, amusement was had by all when the fight occured. -Who- could have told her in advance that Vaynard was weak to fire? The Crimson Edge had made short work of the arrogant White Wolf. -- Later on, Aelia and Lyonesse were seen laughing and shaking hands at a bar, while Vaynard had to have three different clerics join together to help remove the rather painfully located Crimson Edge.. Vaynard: 19 SageAcrin Let's review. Adray is a talented mage, with physical fighting skills. Wakaba is a talented fighter, with no magic. Adray was a noted figure in his country for his military skills. Wakaba was a random girl training under a martial artist. Adray is a creepy old man. Wakaba is a young girl. The conclusion is obvious. Wakaba hires Clive to try assassinating Adray before the match, out of fear, and runs as far from the arena as possible when this fails. The moral of the story: Never rely on RPG guns. Wakaba: 24 superaielman White Wizards, as a rule, aren't known for being brilliant characters or especially good at dealing with strong fighters. What they are good at is shutting people up. One mute spell, and Kahn's Shout attack, used to such effect, is worthless here. WW then beats the hell out of the worthless scrub with her hammer, and everyone goes home happy. White Wizard: 49 SageAcrin You know, this would have been a good match. Both are evenly matched wizards with a lot of tricks. Red Wizard has more physical prowess, but not enough to matter terribly, whereas Cai has somewhat more damage. Red Wizard has more spell charges, though. However, this match was cut short after a massive blast of whipped cream smashed into another nearby arena, and a massive glob of the frothy stuff fell on Red Wizard, blinding him for the crucial moment it took for him to be caught in a Exablast, unable to defend himself. He quickly fell. So, two matches in one day were decided by whipped cream. And yet, this isn't even the oddest event in the Duelling League's history. Go figure. Red Wizard: 29 Otter Kain had little time, so he had to make up his mind immediately. "Do I want to go fight a losing battle in Light where I'm scheduled to be, or go win spectacularly in Heavy to earn back my old reputation for greatness?" Phrased like that, there was really no question. So Rebecca waited and waited, but her opponent just wouldn't show up. Eventually the judges got bored and gave the somewhat sheepish archer the win. Later, she heard that Kain had made some kind of scene at Cecil's fight. "Well, I guess it's always been good to support your friends..." Kain Highwind: 43 Cinny
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