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Ghaleon vs Ness
Joou Ranbu There should be a show. An amusement, so to speak. Ness, in other occasions, would be quite a nice toy for Ghaleon to play with, to underestimate just enough to make him believe there was a chance of victory. But not this time. Ghaleon had a grudge to settle, and Ness was simply a pebble in the way. Thus, as the boy from Onett raised his baseball bat to attack the Magical Emperor, all he felt was a sudden difficulty to breathe. And then, a bright light leading him into nothingness. When Ghaleon let go of Ness' neck, all that was left of him was a pale of a corpse. Faceless, nigh-shapeless, greyed. Only the cap was left of resemblance to the chipper psychic wonder. Ghaleon picked it up, holding it tightly... and it burned into ashes as the angry Emperor clenched his teeth. "TimeLord... this is nothing compared to what will happen to you. Mark my words..." As he finished uttering these words, he left the arena, snapping his fingers. Royce and Xenobia quickly went up to pick the body and wrap it in a package. A special delivery to an arrogant Mystic, so to say. With the same words Ghaleon uttered as the charred cap ushered into obscurity, the card in the beautifully wrapped package, pinned over the body, would give the message to that fool. Nobody could play with Ghaleon and escape unscathed forever. Vengeance was nigh. Ghaleon: 52 Barubary
Miguel vs TimeLord
superaielman Miguel's victory over Ned last week sparked many a debate. Is the old fisherman washed up? Can he truly be worthy of the title 'Godlike' in combat, faced against one of the finest duellers in the division? Judging by the horrific slaughter and the subsequent efforts to somehow assemble Miguel into enough of a body to be revived, the answer is a resounding no. Miguel: 21 
Malik Benedict vs Brahms
Tide The prophet snickered as he watched his foe swing wildly. With no means of bypassing his evasion, the lord of the undead was simply unable to even damage Malik. The match had taken a long time, but he knew it was about to come to an end. Brahms looked exhausted from the combination of his weak Eliminate Scanners. " It seems as if I am the winner, Lord Brahms. You know you cannot even hurt me. Why waste the effort?" " Fool! Do not claim victory as it has not been yours yet!" Malik laughed a grandiose laugh. And perhaps the next minute of events happened just to spite him. As he prepared another small magical burst on the vampire, the sent-careening-into-space Arngrim finally crashlanded. Right on top of the prophet. Turns out that the full force of his landing was enough to also crush Malik despite his ethereal like form. Although Brahms was originally declared the victor, the lord of the undead did not accept as the match only ended from an outside interference. Malik was set to proceed to the next round. Well, as soon as he recovers from the injuries. Meanwhile, Sezter in one of the rooms of the Falcon, proceeded to check off "Profit off a declined miracle win" from the list of things he needs to bet against before dying. Malik Benedict: 49 CmdrKing
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Wren vs Rika
DjinnandTonic Oh cruel fate that pits master against student in an unlikely (or considering your viewpoint, more likely than most of the RPGDL duels) battle that could happen in-continuity! Two basically equal fighters in skills and strength, but who would win this close fight? Rika worried over the ramifications of fighting with one who had raised her. But Wren, without the moral dilemmas of emotions, followed his battle programming strictly once the objective was set. "It's no use, Rika, I have the high ground!" But as we all know, in video games, it's the power of emotions that makes characters that much stronger - and despite her misgivings, Rika, the product of 1000 years of bio-engineering, sees her teacher's defeat. Wren: 25
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Anastasia Valeria vs Zed
Lurking Registered User Anastasia's massive Impulse took Zed right in the chest, kicking up an enormous cloud of dust. Smirking, the Sword Magess dusted her hands off and strode out of the arena. Confident in her ultimate technique's potency against the likes of a metal demon, she was completely unprepared for what happened next... "And the winner, by ring-out: ZED!" came the announcer's call. "What!?! B- But how? How could any demon stand up to Impulse?!?" gibbered Anastasia in shock as she turned around to look at the arena again. Sure enough, as the dust cleared, the unmistakable form of Zed, The Grim Reaper's Pen Pal himself, could be seen laughing maniacally in the center of the arena, scarf fluttering in the breeze, completely unharmed. It turns out that -even for metal demons- when your career in villainy consists of gross incompetence, failure to join the Quarter Knights, and defending a blind girl from monsters, Impulse's holy power just doesn't have the same effect on you that it does on world-destroying scions of evil. Anastasia Valeria: 32 Dunefar
Nash Latkje vs Kyra Tierny
DjinnandTonic A big sister to all, Kyra walks into the arena and immediately takes a shine to her opponent, "You looked like you've lived a hard life." Nash was a little surprised to hear such words before a duel, but was never one to be taken off-guard by his favorite game: the game of conversation. He WAS a spy after all. "You don't know the half of it." Kyra smiled, "I can tell you've been jaded by the intrigue of politics, you won't open up so easily. I feel bad that you've had to live that way." Nash quirked an eyebrow at her calm words, a little touched, "Have you forgotten why we're here?" "Is that more important than the pain you're obviously feeling?" And so it continued, until Kyra had therapized Nash into a weeping puddle on the floor, one who was convinced he had acrophobia, paranoia, and had been sexually abused as a child. Kyra patted his head softly and led him off the battle field for a clean out-of-bounds win. Nash Latkje: 25 
Garai vs Lady Harken
Tide Speed - 1.8x above average Anti-physical - Parry, good defense and evade Holy resistance - 50% reduction Killer limit attack - Icing on the cake The ability to crush a nasty CC boss into a fine powder = Priceless There are some things money can't buy. For everything else, go star in a remake. Garai: 20 CmdrKing
Albel Nox vs Sir Leopold
Monkeyfinger Wow, this is totally one sided! Albel is wicked badass! (See what I did there?) With his incredible swordsmanship, futuristic energy emitting claw, and unmatched killer instinct, no random animal can stand up to him, as Slade's dead body shows. Wow! Albel's gonna beat EVERYBODY and dominate godlike! Who can stand up to - *SLASH* *THUD* "Aaaaaaaaagh!" bellowed Albel. "Why do people this loud and thickheaded and worthless have to be my biggest fans? This is completely beneath me! It makes me look like a fool! I don't deserve this! I---" Albel's rant was cut off by the booming voice of the arena announcer. "And the winner of this match, by ringout, Sir Leopold!" Albel glanced back into the ring from his position in the stands to see Leopold nonchalantly sunning himself. Albel screamed incoherently while slashing and stabbing the dead body of his fanboy until he collapsed from exhaustion. Albel Nox: 34 jaymthegenius@yahoo.com
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Ziggy vs Miakis
DjinnandTonic "What IS this?" Miakis clanked her fist against Ziggy's skull. "Why am I fighting a chunk of scrap metal? I thought this was supposed to be a DUEL?" Ziggy frowned, "You know, I'm still part-human, you can stop rapping on my skull, it's giving me a headache." "IT TALKS!?" Miakis exclaimed. Ziggy's frowned creased deeper, "I hate you." Miakis grinned, and the match suddenly began with a flurry of quick strikes. Miakis pulled her blade forcibly from the sliced remains of the cyborg, wiping the weapon clean. "Well... where's my applause?" Ziggy's managed cyborg body was still frowning, "I hate you." Ziggy's managed cyborg body was still frowning, "I hate you." And fired a rather large explosive right at the back of the overconfident Queen's Knight, knocking her out. Close match, but Ziggy can be repaired. Ziggy: 31 Browbeat
Philia Felice vs Dekar
Dunefar Philia likes dumb swordsman. She's facing Dekar in the arena. Philia can also stop time. I don't think I need to draw you a map of what happens, do I? Dekar so wins on so many levels. Philia Felice: 20 DjinnandTonic
Delita Hyral vs Shante
Joou Ranbu Shante, after such a brilliant run, wasn't willing to let victory slide by her so easily against Delita. The stakes were high, after all. She had no chance to defeat Delita in a raw slugfest, so she managed to convince the judges (oddly easily, at that) to take the match under a different light. They would compete in a bikini contest. With such a well-endowed body, shaped by the grace of god and some healthy exercise, Shante was sure to win. But tragedy struck. More exactly, Delita in a brazillian bikini struck. Nobody could ever think that Delita's meekly, noseless build would lend so well to a two-piece that almost lets you see more than being naked would. The firm buttocks, the delightfully slender skin, the gorgeously shapely and fair muscles. The judge body, formed by Opera, Deis and Caina (apparently picked for gender equality or something?), went wild. And Shante left the arena without a victory and without pride. Things could have been better for Delita, though. Since then, he has been proposed by the entirety of females in Middle, along with a few males. Rumors say that Elc was trying to hook up with the swordsman, albeit such are vigorously denied. However, Shante DID mysteriously disappear to get some "vacations". Chisato Madison inferred from cautious journalistic investigation - and heavy bribery - that she actually was in her way to Cuba to make a living as a hooker, where her feminine wiles would have more effect, apparently. Meanwhile, the girls' bar in the League has never been as cheerful and crowded: the pictures of Delita in that beautiful bikini became the joint's new wallpaper, courtesy of Deis. After all, girls just gotta have fun. Even if Shante doesn't. Delita Hyral: 44 
Paula vs Killey
Dunefar In Suikoden games there's a clear pecking order with damages from Runes. Generally, it's Fire>Wind for the two runes that matter. So considering Paula's frail elven consititution and the fact that Killey has strong fire damage, does she have time to do anything tricksy? Survay says...zap. She gets burnt to death before she can even put up a fight. Pity. Paula: 11
Reis Dular vs Mariel
Dunefar Oh come on. Reis sooooo tanks to Mariel! Look at it! Infinite Healing>Non healing. Sure, the fight'll take a few lifetimes, but Reis LOSES. Totally! Right? Right! ...oh wait, by that time Holy Breath'll hit several times in one casting, turning Mariel into paste. Holy Breath for Godlike. Reis Dular: 46 
Evil Gaia vs Poshul
Lurking Registered User Poshul's mighty kick slammed home, finishing off the dread malevolence that infected the earth once and for all. Surely, future generations would grow up singing the praises of the Pink Guardian, mighty wielder of the Heckran Bone and slayer of end-bosses: Poshul the Magnific- "Poshul is disqualified! Evil Gaia wins!" came the call from the judges' booth. When your judges are Ptolomea, Belselk, Bubba, and T.G. Cid, and they *still* aren't secure enough in their masculinity to give you the win, you *know* you have image problems. Poshul's taking this seriously. In an effort to promote itself as a 'bad dude,' the pastel pooch has joined a band and taken to wearing leather. Of course, Pierre and Gerard were understandably upset that Poshul got the Biker position before they auditioned, but Pierre's costume-making skill made them shoe-ins for the parts of Policeman and Constructin Worker... Evil Gaia: 35 legendaryflyingfailure
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Saleh vs Lieza
Meeplelard It was an epic battle, between Thunder spells and Whip smacks! It came down to one last hit between the two, Lieza glared at Saleh and suddenly... "Cure!" ...well, so much for an epic showdown at the end. Saleh: 22 
Belle vs Katarina
Joou Ranbu "Oh... Hugo..." Belle found herself in a rosy, ethereal garden. The perfume was so lively and powerful its scent could almost be seen dancing in the clear blue sky where butterflies fluttered freely and birds sang odes to spring and joy. The inventor's eyes were blurry, tears of happiness running down her cheeks. Yes... Hugo. He was just a few feet away. Looking at her. Smiling. He gestured to Belle. "Come, my princess. I yearn for your warmth." And Belle aceded. Her steps radiantly closing the gap between the young genius and true love, it was like she could fly! Rose petals and cheerful songs sprawled all around, the motions slow yet beautiful... it was like a highly-budgeted cinematic for the big moment between loving protagonists! A kiss! A kiss! Yes, Belle knew it was true! And she pressed on, her heart burning and pumping fast, rythmically, as if it knew the very melody that nurtured her soul. Hugo! Hugo! As she got closer, she jumped heartily into a strongly gripped hug, kissing his lips! Oh, Hugo! This is... just like her dreams... it was so good... it felt so right... it was almost too good to be real... "Uh... why is Belle glomp-kissing Katarina?", a confused Taloon scratched his head. "Who cares?", Sten smirked as he took pictures to his leisure. Well, yes, it was too good to be true. Due to a mistimed daydream, Belle tackle-glomped Katarina so damned hard that she killed the frail magician with the impact - and possibly by asphyxia, the clerics couldn't tell for certain. Belle won the match - however, Sten got the pictures sent towards Alma Kinan (under the threats of the very girls. The monkey really doesn't have the ability to actually get profit out of yuri even when he tries), spelling doom for the poor inventor. Yuiri and Yumi have been camping over her dressing room ever since, while Gadget Z stops the violent attempts to take her over to the girls' village in order to learn the true vindications of love. And Katarina? Katarina joined Alma Kinan herself. She has just begun her rites, and, in a year, she will be a full-fledged priestess. Once that year passes, the Duelling League's Child Safety Committee recommends everybody to keep a close eye over the underaged ladies currently residing. Or, in simpler terms: keep those damn lolis locked in their rooms. It's for their own good. Belle: 31 |
