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Kefka vs Elc
SageAcrin Kefka is a madman who plans to take over the world. Elc is a noble hero, who is on a mission, ultimately, to save the world. Sounds simple, right? However, you have to remember two things. One, Kefka actually took over the world. Two, Elc ended up second fiddle to Arc. The obvious conclusion is simple. Elc gets drugged and stuffed into a hamper by Arc, who, as the true hero, takes on Kefka. And so, Arc is promptly Havok Winged through the floor. Then Terra and her friends kill Kefka for no real reason besides him blowing up their rooms with the Light of Judgement a few hours ago. All this before Elc even gets near the arena. Naturally, Elc loses due to the interference of others. Much like in his home game, honestly. Kefka: 52 Imperial
Lloyd vs Ness
SageAcrin Some matches are exciting, invigorating, and horribly frightening. Such as this one! Yes, there's nothing like a bishie assaulting a young boy to really get the blood pumping, is there? Ness certainly thought so, as he ran (silently) screaming far, far from the arena. Turns out all you need is a simple rumor that all Godlike bishies are like Albedo, for some fights. Unfortunately for Lloyd, now Choko's hitting on him. She likes mature, distinguished older men who are clearly evil. Sometimes, when you win, you lose. Getting tackle-hugged by Choko counts as losing, at least on some level. But not on the arena's. Lloyd: 37 Taishyr
Tir McDohl vs Rika
Cmdr_King Rika and Tir. A regular oddcouple. Hyperactive Numan and Silent Tenkai. But it turned out they both have one thing in common. Both like excessively long conversations. Or so Tir lead Rika to believe. Using his legendary ability to be asked the same question ad nauseum until he used the correct response, Tir kept Rika talking. And Talking. And talking. Stars were born and died, and she kept on, babbling without noticing how little energy it too Tir to respond. The audience perished of boredom, and the judges fell asleep, and still the one-sided conversation persisted. Ultimately, however, even Rika cannot talk forever. And so, shortly before Zarquon's return, the pointy-earred girl in spandex collapsed, while Tir used Judgement to signify to briefly wake up a judge to declare him the victor. Why didn't Tir just use Judgement on Rika? Well, suffice to say that Tir thought a few people should get some rest... Tir McDohl: 49 Imperial
Endora vs Fou-Lu
superaielman Emperor vs Empress. An epic battle worthy of Godlike. Black Wave vs Fire Storm, Dragon god durability vs a middle aged woman in a bondage outfit.. Okay, so it's not all equal. At least Endora got a good hit in. Endora: 13
Red vs Quina Quen
SageAcrin A superhero. A... thing with a tounge the length of your average phone cord, an insatiable appitite, and a ridiculous personality. And so, a new superhero team was born! Naturally, Red, being the founder of the team, wins the match. Only the most horrible of teammates betray their leader, and Qui-erm, The Bottomless Pit is certainly not that faithless! Also, the team mascot never actually attacks the leader. Or just about anyone, really. Gordon was unavailable for comment. He was laughing far too hard. The Prism Rangers and the Axems had some choice words, though, about such a motley and ridiculous group. After all, no one invited them to join. Red: 43 
Regal Bryant vs Purim
SageAcrin As this battle approached, Regal's power grew. Training, day and night. Focusing his skills, relearning what he had, for his sins, forgotten, recreating his abilities on an entirely new level. As the battle started, Regal roared to the sky, and snapped his chains with a mighty heave of his arms, a massive tower of flame engulfing him. Then he lightly slapped Purim through a wall. Regal's full slap-fighting power had been awakened. Unfortunately for Regal, Purim managed to get up. Even more unfortunate was the return slap. Regal, trailing flames, soared majestically out of the arena. Then Purim cast some fire spells on him as he flew, just for good measure. Now, let this be a lesson to you all. Never take on a spoiled princess in a slap fight. Regal, defeated, had only one recourse. Heading back to his master, the ultimate in slap-fighters, to train. Unfortunately, Odin's had his hands too full with Behind the Scenes lately to really help. Oh well. Regal Bryant: 26 
Id vs Maya Amano
SageAcrin This match had potential, really. A strong, powerful man who is about as mentally stable as a moth stuck in a flashlight. A strong, capable, intelligent woman who, after being touched by said man, would probably shatter into tiny shards. (Brittle woman, really. Though, not in Id's sense. In the healers picking up small chunks of her off the arena floor sense.) However, all that's in the past now. You see, a few minutes after the match started, half a mile away, an exceedingly drunken Zidane attempted to arm-wrestle an equally non-sober Lenny Curtis. While Lenny was in his much, much larger form. Witnesses claimed Zidane bet that he could "pound that giant turnip into the ground", and that he was actually insane enough to try when someone bet a night with their wife that he couldn't win, against a beer from Zidane. (A few days later, Rutee beat the hell out of Stahn. Amazingly, alcohol makes him even more stupid.) The resulting skewed angle at which Zidane flew smashed him through the table, bounced him repeatedly off the cement floor, smashed him through the bar wall, through six other nearby buildings, sent him flying across an open field, through a train, into several gasoline tanks(For the same reason that straws have been seen to not catch on fire after a nuclear explosion, Zidane did not get burnt by the subsequent explosion of said tanks.), a barn, a laundromat, a cactus farm, and ultimately, the arena wall. With his charactaristic luck, Zidane stayed concious during the whole thing. And so, a drunken, bloody, needle-covered, gasoline-soaked Zidane covered in feathers and women's panties and carrying a goat smashed into the arena. A flailing Zidane promptly ripped off Maya's dress in-mid-flight...and subsequently ripped off Id's clothes a moment later. (Zidane has a talent for involuntary clothes removal. The theory is that it's a combination of his luck and sublimation, due to not getting enough voluntary clothes removal. He's been on the couch or at another guy's house ever since he got to the Duelling League.) Subsequently, he bounced off the wall, evidently lacking enough momentum to pierce through, did an impressive backflip, and landed on Id's lap, still holding the goat. Maya promptly let out an impressively loud gasp, in the suddenly quiet arena, blasted a portion of the audience for a distraction, and fled. (If it seems out of character that a kind woman such as Maya would kill random people for a smokescreen, remember what the League tends to do to even partially unclothed women. Hundreds of teenage-or-slightly-older men in one place has some major downsides, really.) Zidane, stunned, dazed, suffering multiple concussions, still roaring drunk, and giggling, happily shoved Maya's dress over Id's head. Normally, the audience would have promptly torn Zidane apart, but it turns out he got lucky. No one wanted to kill a goat just because Zidane had stolen it. So, Zidane merely had Id punch him so hard that he smashed into the other side of the arena. Mid-flight, he dropped the goat. By that point, at least half of the stunned people in the audience had decided it wasn't worth good MP or skill points or bullets or such to blast Zidane into a crater, so he overall got off easy. Unfortunately, this has been the last straw to an otherwise frail Id's masculinity. Between being forced to recall being dressed up as a girl, and being dressed up as a girl, Id's snapped. Well, as much as a single personality of an already crazy person can snap. Needless to say, Id has gone on a great adventure, now, abandoning gender roles and sanity, and he, indeed, feels he has found the greatest treasure the world has to offer. (If you can still use the male pronoun there, anyways.) At any rate, this wasn't very good for Fei. How do you explain that it wasn't you that dressed you up in lingerie and snuck into your girlfriend's room giggling about how they needed to find some hot guys? Looks like Zidane's not the only one who has problems with his girlfriend. As for Lenny? He's now the Duelling League spokesman/mascot for the Role-Playing Game Duelling League Caber Tossing League. Naturally, his first action was to toss a caber through the nearby RPGDL Football League headquarters. They expect unprecedented popularity, with him onboard. Or else. Id: 47 
Isaac vs Hugo
Imperial Hugo vs. Isaac, this is a classic. Ragnarok meet Hellfire. . .Flame Champion meet Earth Adept. . .Dagger meet Sword. Isaac meet ground. Isaac: 22
Lucian vs Cid Highwind
Tide Lucian's Shining Bolt is like a Limit Break; hits many times and in the words of Cid, deals a $#&@ high amount of damage. Yet despite the resemblance, it is NOT a limit break. It's better, as Lucian can use it whenever he damn well pleases and as many times as he wants over the course of battle. Cid's Limit Break can only be used if Lucian hits him into it. I sense a mismatch. Lucian: 57 metroid composite
Rouge vs Flea
SageAcrin Flea fought with the determination only a person in Flea's position could. Powerful magic changed hands, blows were struck with wussy fury, and eventually...very eventually... Flea stood the victor. And then, Flea triumphantly hauled Rouge out of the arena. A few hours later, a horrible wailing could be heard from Flea's rooms, however. Nope, Flea had not found an eternal supply of rouge. Flea needs to research plans better. Meanwhile, they're still trying to figure out how to revive someone ground to powder. But the Duelling League's healers are the finest in existance. I'm sure they'll think of something. Eventually. Rouge: 30 
Albert Serdio vs Locke Cole
SageAcrin Fighting the ultimate battle, these two opponents stand ready to strike! Yes, their power and stamina, and their very minds, shall be pitted to the limit! What kind of a sadistic monster would make the battleground this, though? As Locke reset the game for the fourty-fifth time, trying desperately to win the first battle of the Teta Single Character Challenge(Also known as the Delita's Sis SCC.), he finally shrieked, an unearthly, keening wail, and fell over dead. Albert, by virtue of surviving longer, had won. But the horror changes a man. Now, Albert's on Broadway. Singing. In his Dragoon outfit. Which has been modified to look more like Meru's. And so, the judges truly win. Unfortunately, they've banned Belome from ever being a judge again. Who knew what truly lurked behind that innocent demeanor? Albert Serdio: 48 
Maxine vs Jerin
Pyromania Maxine v Jerin, another epic fight where both fighters try to wear each other down... At least it would have been. But Maxine, being the intelligent woman she is, tried to come in as her boss form. She thought it would give her an advantage to have infinite spell charges... Sure, what TimeLord did to her was vicious, wrong, and hilarious. But thats what she gets for reminding a Godlike that every loss was a potential win... Maxine: 17
Sophia Esteed vs Lucied
Tide Luceid is legendary. 10 years of history, from an ancient summoning to a faithful pet. In this match, he has a choice of going durable but deal low damage. Or he can opt for his newest addition, which gives him 2HKO damage off fast speed!...except durability so poor that he gets OHKO'd by nearly everything. Sophia, while having much less history, can counter the first form with massive amounts of healing and the second form as her damage isn't overly terrible. And so just as legends don't tend to change over time, neither does Luceid's scrubbiness. Hey, it works. Sophia Esteed: 49 jaymthegenius@yahoo.com
Rafa Galthana vs Hervey
SageAcrin A handsome man. A noseless young girl with a horribly traumatized past. No good can come of this. Well, or so it would seem. But as it turns out, Hervey managed to spread the rumor that, if Rafa showed up, Hervey would kill her brother. After all, that way, he wouldn't have to beat up a random girl. Sometimes, strategy is the best way to avoid bloodshed. Rafa showed up. As a puzzled Hervey pondered-how could a sister be so cold as to allow the death of her brother?-she pointed him out in the stands and waited. "Why would you want your own brother dead?" He asked, stunned. "Well, you see, he..." Rafa proceeded to tell Hervey the tale of most of Chapter 3 of the Brave Story. "Oh. Well then." Hervey said, blinking. And so, half the audience, who had been listening, as well as Hervey, blew up Malak. Rafa simply departed with a smile on her face. Maybe she really doesn't like her brother. At any rate, she seemed satisfied. Malak still doesn't have a clue why the hell any of this happened, though. Granted, he also doesn't remember how he ended up in the hospital, so this could be a factor. Also, he can't remember that exclaimation points exist. Rafa likes not confronting her brother directly. Less stress and family bickering that way. Just Malak blowing up, while she keeps a smile on her face and her chin up. Eventually, she'll work off this pent up anger, and everything will be normal between the two of them. Unfortunately for Malak, this could take years, and he may not last that long. Rafa Galthana: 28 Octillus
Genis Sage vs Thomas
Cmdr_King Both being kids in their early teens with their lives largely dominated by women hailing from technologically deprived worlds, there was only one way to settle the epic duel of Genis and Thomas. A Pokemon contest. ... what did you think it was? Perverts. Anyway, the GBAs were brought to bear, and the contestents sent out their leads; and determined Kirlia for Thomas and the infamous Jumpluff from Genis. You can guess how that ends up. And when you step back and realize Thomas was using Kirlia/Rosalia/Slaking/Feraligatr/Pikachu/Sudowoodo against Genis' team of Jumpluff/Groudon/Exeggcutor/Ho-Oh/Wobbuffet/Mew, it doesn't look any better for young Thomas. Genis may well be called "that evil little bastard" for years, though. Genis Sage: 48 SnowFire
Chu-Chu vs Ward Zabac
Jatsuya Even if Chu-Chu becomes gear sized, no living thing can survive an anchor in the face. Not even a Super-Saiyan with billions of BP or Superman, post apocalypse. No one. Chu-Chu: 36 Tide
Rinoavania Yakumo Squall was walking through the Long Library when a voice came in on his radio. "Its'a me, Mario! Owwowowow..." The voice was cut short by insane, Kefka-esque laughter and the sound of a roar. Squall sighed dejectedly and rested his head in his hand. "Why did we have to bring someone with such a limited vocabulary on this mission? Now we're down to three, and we only have a general idea where Bowser's hiding. ...whatever... which part of the castle was he searching, again?" Pulling out a map that Alucard had drawn during the preparations, Squall started off toward the Clock Tower. Alucard was searching the throne room when Mario's voice came over the radio. Recalling Mario's search area, he began running toward the clock tower, but was suddenly interrupted by Death himself. Glancing at the position of the moon in the sky, Alucard knew he didn't have time to deal with Death and get to the Clock Tower in time to stop Bowser, so he spoke up. "Death, why do you block my path? The master of the castle is dead, and I mean to overthrow the usurper. For the sake of Castlevania, you should stand aside!" "Foolish boy, you still do not understand? I serve the master of the castle, whoever it may be. And now, the master of the castle is the girl Rinoa. You shall not interfere!" "Very well, fiend. You shall not stop me from rescuing the girl, whether she desires it or not!" So saying, Alucard drew his sword and charged the ever-grinning apparation. The clash of sword on scythe rang out into the night. Finally, Squall found himself atop the Clock Tower as the moon began dipping below the horizon. The scene as he entered was horrendous. Mario was laying facedown at Rinoa's feet, a blackened lump. Koopa Troopa was in a casket, motionless. Even Bowser was hurt, bootprints still visible on his skull from Mario's apparent assault. In the midst of the carnage, Rinoa cackled with evil glee. "Rinoa, are you alright? It's me, Squall! I've come to get you out of here! But first, I've got some business to settle with your scaly friend here." So saying, Squall rushed Bowser. One Lionheart later, the number of people still standing in the room was down to two. "Squall, dear, how nice of you to join me tonight. You're just in time for dinner." Rinoa embraced Squall from behind, pressing her body against his and whispering in his ear. "That turtle was nothing but a snack, you're the main course," she mumbled to herself. Rinoa bared her fangs and was about to bite when Alucard finally arrived in the tower, bloody and missing his shield. "Squall, look out!" He yelled, startling Squall into motion. Rinoa's teeth bit empty air. "Aww, how cruel of you to break up our romantic reunion," Rinoa pouted at Alucard. "We were just about to get to the fun part, too." Ignoring Rinoa, Alucard barked orders to Squall. "Grab her and let's go, the night's almost over!" Squall, finally coming to his senses, complied. He quickly struck Rinoa with the flat of his blade, knocking her out. "Sorry about this, but I don't have a choice. Alright, time to go!" The three rushed down to the portal, arriving just as the sun began peeking over the horizon. The portal, however, was acting oddly. The shape was constantly changing, and the view of the other side was foggy and distorted, making it impossible to tell where it currently lead. "Damn. We're too late, aren't we?" Squall demanded of Alucard. "I... don't know. The portal should last as long as the castle... well, it isn't like we have a choice. The castle will disappear soon, and we'll end up trapped between dimensions. Wherever this leads, at least we'll have a chance to get back. Come on!" Alucard grabbed Squall's arm and dragged him through, still carrying the unconcious Rinoa. Mere seconds later, the castle began to shimmer, it's form becoming indistinct, before it finally winked out of existance for the day. That night, when the castle reappeared, Koopa Troopa woozily dragged himself out of the coffin. Two small holes were still barely visible in his neck, and his face held a triumphant look. "Bwahaha, my plans worked! Now this castle and all it's denizens are mine! Death, attend me!" The grinning apparation slowly materialized in the tower, his cloak torn and his scythe dented. "So, the castle has yet another new master. What would you have me do, lord?" "Put these two fools in the prison before they wake and cause a ruckus. I need to plan." "Thy will be done, master." Death sketched a small bow and summoned skeletons to drag the unconsious bodies downstairs. Koopa Troopa went to the throne room and sat on the throne. "With the power of this castle and it's occupants, I will make all those puny mortals kneel before me. Nobody will walk over me ever again, especially not that self-righteous plumber. I'll show him true fear when he wakes up." Chuckling evilly, Koopa Troopa sat in the throne room all night, plotting his revenge. Seifer had been having difficulties of his own when Mario's voice came over the radio. He had begun his search in the catacombs, and quickly learned how difficult it is to swim in a trench coat. Also, swinging your sword underwater tends to be difficult, and much too slow to hit undead fish. As bite upon bite added up, Seifer retreated as fast as he could to the entrance of the castle and dove through the portal, with the idea that he would regroup and come back to continue the search. Unfortunately for him, he forgot that the portal couldn't handle a human from his world's side anymore, and ended up getting thrown into the world of Fire Emblem, where he ended up trying to hit on Eirika and pick a fight with Ephraim. The DL healers still haven't found all the pieces to put him back together, thanks to Ephraim's skill with a spear. Squall: 35 Out of time: 24 Bowser: 28 Lurking Registered User
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