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Fou-Lu vs Ryu
Barubary And so came the time that the two halves of the same whole would fight. The god emperor Fou-Lu vs Ryu4 an epic struggle that would shake the very heavens themselves... or not etheir way it'll be one hell of a fight Fou-Lu entered the arena in his usual emotionless status while across from him Ryu4 made his entrance silently. The two stared each other down Fou-Lu smirked "tis a shame that thou chose to ally with mere mortals" Fou-Lu mocked holding out his hand a sword forming in it "A battle with steel we believe it would be unwise to show the mortals watching our true glory." He smirked and grabed the hilt of his sword. Ryu unsheathed his sword slowly and then it happened well to be expeceted Fou-Lu vanished Ryu raised his sword and slashed it his sword clashing with Fou-Lu's the two pressed against each other before Fou-Lu pushed off skidding across the ground before picking himself up and charging at Ryu. In a flash the two swords conneceted and began a rapid series of slashes amongst the two each. Fou-Lu ducked under one of Ryu's attack and brought his sword up getting Ryu across the chest. Ryu stumbled back in pain Fou-Lu took advantage of the situation and spun around kicking Ryu in the chest sending him flying into the arena wall. Ryu fell out of the wall and landed on the ground. Fou-Lu put his foot on Ryu's head. He smirked as he held Ryu down with his head. "Pathtic." Fou-Lu raised his sword and stabbed Ryu in the spine. His sword demateralized Fou-Lu looks down upon the broken body of his rival. "Tis a pity..." Fou-Lu turned and walked off "We expeceted more from thou" Fou-Lu shook his head leaving the arena the victor. Fou-Lu: 77 
Terra Branford vs Zophar
SageAcrin Zophar was in a good mood. Yes, his(?) opponent was someone that could understand him(?)! A person who could look into his(?) very soul to comprehend his(?) depth of wisdom and knowledge. Also, his(?) opponent was someone he(?) could blast into a crater so far underground that later people, excavating a site, would look upon her deeply buried corpse and marvel. (Seeing as how said chunks would be mixed with metal and a vaguely scanty outfit, later anthropologists would naturally assume that ancient beings on the world of the Duelling League were all pole-dancing strippers. Sadly for Zidane, the person who was to come upon this site as he dug under the arena on a dare, none of this ever happened. It was a pity, he was going to draw illustrations and everything.) Therefore, Zophar offered Terra a deal. --- "AHAHAHAHA. I KNEW THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA WHEN I OVERHEARD MARA TALKING ABOUT IT." Zophar giggled. "NOW COME OUT AND LET ME SEE." "..." Terra, beet red, emerged from the dressing room in False Althena's outfit. "AHAHAH, THAT'S PERFECT! NOW LET ME TRY ON THIS ONE-PIECE BIKINI AND YOU CAN TELL ME HOW IT LOOKS." Zophar said, as she(?) entered another dressing room. "...well, it does makes sense." Terra said to herself. "All that repressed girlyness catching up to a hermaphrodite, I mean." Terra added, as she set fire to a small pile of clothes. "I suppose this could get me killed and molested by perverts, but really, it's better than being here when...that...thing comes out in a bikini." She added, running out of the room, as the sprinklers cut on. --- "So, wait, you're going to give me pictures of a swimsuit model!?" Sten asked, as a bunch of excited perverts crowded around. "Sure. She(?) modeled this for me." Edge said. "While I was waiting for Rydia." "Give me! ...Wait, what, "She(?)"? What's with the question mark?" "What question mark?" "The one you just said!" "You can't say a question mark. You're a lunatic." "...But...oh never mind." Sten said, ripping the pictures out of Edge's hands. "Come on! Let's go look at these!" "Well, I suppose this could have been worse, overall. I get to kill several hundred perverts and Rydia has apologized for leaving me to have to deal with Zophar sixteen times now. And all it cost was most of my remaining sanity." Edge said, as the shrieks from the crowd began. "Now, I need to go train myself not to flinch every time I see a bikini. To the beach!" Edge added happily. Terra Branford: 41 sdf
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Teepo vs Raquel Applegate
SageAcrin A sickly, unhealthy woman. A dragon. Is there any fairness in the world? How could these two possibly be evenly matched? Surely a young, frail girl cannot possibly match the pure, raw power of one of the Brood, a dragon so strong that even a goddess might fear his wrath. --- "And then, after pitying me a while, Myria handed me this sword." Raquel finished, critically examining the strange blade. "She said it was called Illumina, though she said it would return to her after one use." Raquel added, shaking her head. "Is Myria one of those people you mentioned, that they only let run loose because there's nowhere to cage them?" "Yeah, basically." Arnaud replied. "You're not using that thing, right?" "Of course not. I rely on my own blade." Raquel said, slightly indignate. --- A massive chasm yawned in the arena floor and stands. A shattered line of concrete and steel cut it's way through the far wall, showing the countryside beyond. As Raquel watched the Illumina fade in her hands, she simply sighed, shook her head, turned around, and walked off, as the crowd-what was still living out of the crowd-started murmuring. "...Wow." Yulie said, staring down at the massive destruction a single swipe of the sword had caused. Jude simply nodded. "Well, that taught me a valuable lesson." Arnaud said, shaking his head. "Remind me never, ever, ever be anywhere nearby when someone calls her a generic swordbitch. I mean, ever again." He said, staring down at the splattered remains of Teepo wedged into the cleft. Teepo: 31 
Angela vs Slust
tolly_7249@hotmail.com Poor, poor Slust. After going through all that crap to beat Mirage, he's about to get turned into a big ol' statue for Angela's garden. *sigh* Sorry big fella, maybe next time... Angela: 43
Harle vs Tifa Lockheart
SageAcrin And so, the time has come for the generic anime staple. Yes, Tifa and Harle would face off in a bust-comparing contest! As hundreds of slavering perverts watched, Tifa and Harle would be hauled off to be outfitted with close-fitting wet t-shirts and the true cream of the crop of perverts, Zidane himself, would conduct the measuring by hand, using a simple measuring tape! Yes, and there would be a close tie! Zidane would need half a dozen other women to closely compare busts of, so that he could accurately judge the contestants! And there'd be whipped cream and cherries! And there would be bears! And lots of rushing water! And...*Thud.* --- "...mph?" Zidane said, getting off the ground and dusting himself off. "Oh. Right. I was working so hard on making a tunnel. Why was I....oh, right. Tunnel under Crono's room so that I could...uh, steal his clothes and kidnap him and take his place at the match. Then I fell asleep leaning on the pick." Zidane said, nodding sleepily. "Damn, I'm always forgetting things when I sleep. Like why I'm flying or where my pants are. Now where are those bears?" Zidane added, looking around anxiously. Back at the collapsed tunnel. "...Oh. Well then. And why is there a puddle around my feet?" Zidane added. "...oh. I hit a water pipe when the pick fell. Well, all I have to do is dig up!" Zidane said, matching actions to words with startling effectiveness considering he was half burying himself. --- "Zut alors!" Harle said, exasperated. "Just because there are some weird noises under us is no reason to try to stop zee match!" "But...haven't you heard about..." "Zee perverts? Oui, oui, I know. But zhey are not everywhere! Get back to zee fighting!" She finished, preparing to launch another volley at Tifa. Then the ground under her caved in. As she fell into the arms of one exceptionally muddy Zidane. "...non, non, non. You do not make a fool of me like zis, no?" Harle said softly, as she stared into Zidane's stunned eyes. --- "She's still chasin' him? Good for her!" Kidd said, laughing. "For four days?" Guile said, shaking his head. "And she even threw the match for that." "Well, I can think of a lot worse reasons to throw a match." Leena said. Serge nodded emphatically at that statement. "AAAAHGGHGHL NOT THE PINS, NO! NO! NOT MORE PINS!" Zidane shrieked, as he ran by Mamie's Place, the restaraunt Serge and company were eating at. Zidane was closely followed by a widely grinning Harle. "...HOW CAN SHE GET SUCH INTERESTING REACTIONS OUT OF A MAN THAT HAS BEEN TORN APART THAT MANY TIMES?" Zoah wondered. "Well, she's well motivated." Leena said, shrugging. "After all, he did grope her in public. While covered in mud." "NOOOOOO NOT THE NOSE!" A distant shrieking could be heard. "..." The group stared at each other for a long moment, shuddered as one, and turned back to their food. --- Harle has had remarkably good relations with most of the Duelling League, since her loss to Tifa, so maybe she came out ahead. Men hold open doors and smile, sweating profusely. Women are infallably polite. Zidane will never lay a finger on her again. And now she is the idol of every woman who has been ever molested by a pervert. In a good cause, losing is worthwhile. Zidane is always a good reason for failure of any kind, it would appear, so losing a match seems to work there too. Harle: 49 
Squall Leonheart vs Yulie Ahtreide
Monkeyfinger Squall charged Yulie with his gunblade. Yulie, channeling the power of the guardians, cast a protective barrier around herself, then met Squall's slash with her hoops. Quistis sat on the upper edge of the arena, face buried in hands, next to a concentrating Irvine with a sniper rifle. "One shot.... one shot, and this match will be all over." "You had trouble mustering up the courage to snipe an evil sorceress a little while ago, damnit. Do you really think you'll be able to bring yourself to pick Yulie off?" "No way." "Then what..." Squall was delivering much more powerful blows than his opponent. Yulie, however, was able to heal off all the damage Squall managed to inflict, while Squall lacked any such means. Spotting an opening, the courageus Paladienne charged her Sacrifice spell... "Here goes nothing." Through the bright flash created by Yulie's spell, no one saw the bullet strike Squall in a critical area, bringing him within in inch of death's door. "Thanks, Irvine." mumbled a now glowing white Squall, dragging the Lionheart along the ground right at a shocked looking Yulie. Squall Leonheart: 47
Viki vs Lezard Valeth
Starphoenix das Helpoemer In a battle of epic magical proportions, the stadium needs to be reinforced for the powerful magics that will be tossed around carelessly like a baby with a soft spot. The battle will assuredly scar the very fabric of reality with its shear... Okay... there's only so much one can keep a straight face for. And as some joker switched on the anti-magic field in the RPGDL arena, Viki and Lezard are reduced to a slap fight. I'll give you three guesses as to who probably has more experience in that department. I'll give you a hint, he's a dead ringer for an older, more perverted Harry Potter. Viki: 44 LegendaryCountryBoy
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Relm Arrowny vs Cray
SageAcrin Let's review. Relm is a talented painter, whose magical powers can breathe life into the very things she draws, creating fantastic monsters and demons to assault her foes. Or she can control a person's very mind, shattering their hopes of victory by forcing them to pummel themselves indefinately, until, finally, they collapse, defeated by their own hand. As an added bonus, she happens to be good at beating people to death with magical rods. Cray, on the other hand, uses a giant wooden paddle for a weapon. Against a little child. ... Between the paddling of Chelsea and Relm, and now Yulie's loss, this has not been a banner season for little girls, has it? On the upside, a bunch of other girls took Relm, Yulie and Chelsea out to beat Albedo to death. It's a fun past-time for girls who have lost matches, and it's even quite entertaining. Though it takes far too long to get him to stop enjoying it, sadly. As for Cray, he was promptly taken in by Duelling League Child Wellfare Services, shortly after the match. There's no escaping the long arm of the law. Granted, that just means Cray gets paddled by Macha. Seems stop stop repeat offenders, though. Relm Arrowny: 36 RadLink5
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King Raijin Draco Ignifer Seifer, as we all know, fails it. But they aren't fighting Seifer - they're fighting Seifer and Fujin. Also known as "the competent one." Unfortunately, Queen Zeal is also rather competent - she destroys her entire country, but ends up getting exactly what SHE wants. Fortunately, Dalton ends up losing his airship, and getting eaten by his own attempt to summon a Golem... so he's not that competent. So, as it ends up, there's one competent team member and one incompetent team member per side... two if you count the extra golem. So, competence vs. competence, incompetence vs. incompetence would be the normal way to do it. But competent people know that you go for the incompetent ones first. So Dalton and his Golem ended up being attacked by Fujin, while Seifer and the Queen faced off, in two separate duels to the death. Fujin's battle was over before it started. Both Dalton AND his pets have a nasty and stupid habit of imitating their foes. And in Final Fantasy games, peole tend to be immune to the attacks that they rely on. Fujin, being immune to wind and being able to use Tornado as much as she wants, is no exception to this. The results were gruesome beyond words. So, one of the two halves ends relatively quickly. And then, of course, there's Seifer vs. the Queen. Whose favorite trick is to abuse Hallation, which drops her opponents to 1 HP. Normally, this would never work against a boss, but Seifer comes from a game where bosses are not immune to Gravity. Hence, he gets blasted. Normally, this would end the battle against the Queen just as quickly... but Fujin IS the competent one. Hence, before her battle starts, she yells one word to Seifer - "PLAYER!" And, fortunately, even he's smart enough to realize what that means - use his PC form, which can heal itself using magic. So, the battle changes from being over in two rounds to a long, drawn-out duel between HP->1 and healing. Not like she has anything else to do... Sadly, though, this means Seifer will inevitably lose, since there's a limit to the amount of magic he can hold. Fortunately, though, this limit is equal to 300, when you count Cure, Cura, and Curaga. And Fujin's the competent one, which means she'd actually supply her leader with these insanely readily available spells beforehand. Which means Zeal's not going to win for hours, while Fujin will defeat her opponent in minutes, and immediately join the fight to finish of the remaining foe. Did I mention that Final Fantasy cure spells, unlike Chrono Trigger ones, are all inherently multi-targettable? Sometimes, even Seifer can't fail hard enough. He'll probably fall off the floating island after their victory, though, just to prove us wrong. Seifer/Fujin: 51 Zeal/Dalton: 29 Grefter
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