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Ghaleon vs Yuri Volte Hyuga
Monkeyfinger The match began predictably enough, with Yuri landing a few hits that merely made Ghaleon flinch, followed by Ghaleon returining an almost fatal series of blows. Brimming with confidence, Ghaleon watched Yuri draw in some power to improve his strength and heal his body, then hit Yuri again. Yuri responded by draining some of Ghaleon's vast health, followed by morphing into a dark demon and leeching some of Ghaleon's equally vast magical reserves... Hours later, Ghaleon collapsed in a heap. Everything he could do could damage Yuri, but nothing he could do could put him away, and Yuri just kept on draining and draining his health and magic. Exhausted, battered, and with his sanity on it's last legs, Ghaleon could be heard whimpering "I'm a pretty, pretty princess.... la la la la la..." shortly before passing out. Yuri became human again. "Heh. I'm a little surprised that worked myself. Damn I'm good." He accepted his title, and nonchalantly kicked Ghaleon's corpse as he strode out of the arena without a word. Ghaleon: 41 Barubary
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Beatrix vs Delita Hyral
Fishin4pigeon Battle of the Holy Knights. One is your traditional backstabber who makes his way up by manipulation and murder. The other is honest, unfailingly loyal to her country, and just the epitome of what a holy knight should be in general. Strangely enough, the evil one is on your side and the good one isn't (for most of the game, anyways). That being said, Beatrix can use White Magic AND far more powerful sword techniques than Delita could ever pull off. That, and she utterly dominates your party THREE times in a row. There's no way Delita could even come close to doing that once. Beatrix has this one. Beatrix: 83
Edge Eblan vs Elena
superaielman Sitting in his room, Edge felt on top of the world. An army of rampaging women that obeyed his every whim. From Yuna to Aeris, almost every single woman bowed to the Ninja Prince's commmand. The pain hadn't ended with just Sharon, oh no. Zidane and Gala had been torn apart countless times. Nothing could stop him. Nothing. So it took Edge by surprise when a most amused looking Orlandu barged into his room. Edge quickly leaped up to his feet to prepare a hasty retreat.. only to run into a solid wall of antimagic. Knight and Jin flanked Orlandu, and worse, Beecham stood behind them both, grinning and raising his hand to show a glowing Water Rune. Edge easily leaped to his feet and stared. The odds were definitely not in his favor. "What's the meaning of this, old perv? Not happy that I- " The world exploded. The holy energies of Lightning Stab knocked Edge off his feet, and into the wall. Edge barely had the strength to keep his eyes opened. Self defense wasn't even a thought. Knight and Jin easily dragged him out of his room. Orlandu got to the point rather quickly. "I decided to investigate your latest stunt. Lying about Zidane, no one would care about. Setting up poor Gala? How sick and wrong. Typical of you, embarassing someone just to have women worship you. I'm going to drag you in front of every single female in the DL and expose you for the pervert you are." --- Edge was thrown into the ring. He was still hurting from Orlandu's attack, but able to at least take a gander at the situation he was in. Edge cursed mightily when he looked around. The arena was filled with women and nothing but, from the rafters to the cheap seats. Even worse, his foe was Elena. He'd be hard pressed to deal with her in the best of situations. This was far from a good situation. From all he could tell, Elena would beat him into a pulp, then Orlandu would beat him even further and then somehow ruin his fun. He was going down in flames no matter what he could do. It was hopeless. It was going to end in blodshed. It was the perfect time for Edge to strike. Stumbling towards Elena, he touched a ring he had hidden in his poach for dire emergencies. TL had damned well better be around. Edge felt time.. shift for a second. TL stood next to him all of a sudden. "This had better be good. I was watching Yuri pummel Ghaleon into a fine paste. Make it brief, as I've had Royce and Xenobia trailing me all day. OverDrive's energies are limited and the last thing I want to do is be caught by those two." Edge looked around. OverDrive. He very quickly explained the situation to TL. "Plant these photos on Orlandu. Why do I have them? They're pictures of DL women in states of undress, I don't ever not have them. Got the recording of the orginial Sailor Gala stunt? Air the clip, starting from when I walked by them. Drag me over towards Elena and stragically place my hands on her body. Get Rydia out of here. I don't care whe-no, stick her in Cecil's rooms. They won't look there and he'll guard her. Get out of here. Don't bother to heal me, I'm about to be torn apart by a mob of angry women. Thanks for the help and I'll be in intensive care if you need me." Edge felt time freeze again. The next second, his hands were placed square.y on Elena's chest. Orlandu had a small book of photos sticking out of his waistband. Even better, a mostly naked Piastol lay at his feet, in a most suggestive position. Mentally thanking TL for the extra effort, Edge placed one hand over Elena's mouth and spoke. "Let me finish speaking and then you can pummel me all you want, okay?" Without wating, Edge quickly spoke up so everyone in the audience could hear him. "Hey! Look up there! The old perv accused me of setting up the Sailor Gala stunt. I just so happened to have the event recorded. I had nothing to do with that horror!" The TimeRecord spell showed Gala and Zidane frolicking along in sailor outfits. Vomiting and screams of horror met the video. "That old perv even has Piastol at his feet, ready and willing to do whatever! Even worse, he.. he... broke me. He beat me up and forced me to renounce not being a pervert. He even has pictures of various DL women in states of undress, including the legendary Yuna/Cecilia scene from season XXX!" The book of photos, as if by magic, fell out of Orlandu's waistband and landed open on the floor. It showed an especially lurid season XXX moment. Edge was -so- going to have to buy TL a beer for this once he regained the ability to walk. Edge swallowed and prepared for pain. "And...and..." Edge didn't need to say any more. The extremely pissed off crowd was heading towards Orlandu and his flunkies at an extremely fast pace. It was about to suck to be a Thundergod. Orlandu's protests did no good, as the crowd closed in on him. Edge glanced over to an extremely pissed off Elena. "Ah.. yes." Removing his hands and limping backward, Edge grabbed a piece of cloth from his pouch and tied it around his eyes. Gulping, he put on his best face and even smiled ever so slightly. "Whenever you're ready, Elena. Let me be the first to congraulate you on your middle tit-" Edge Eblan: 34
White Wizard vs Rennac
Joou Ranbu The battle would be fierce. The Light finals, White Wizard and Rennac. Two combatants. Two weary veterans. One way to settle this brutal dispute... A Baking Stepmania Contest. Things seemed to go pretty well for Rennac in the contest, by the way. Not only he could -dance- to the sound of your typical Paranoia-like lunatic song, he was a surprisingly competent cook, churning out delicious chocolate-chip cookies and Black Forest cakes like a swift breeze. White Wizard, with its clunky robe and inept hands, couldn't quite say the same. Getting an E in Easy Mode Boys isn't exactly impressive, nor were her burned frisbees of brownies. Sadly, a meteor landed on Rennac in the middle of the match, and White Wizard won by default. Rumors say that it also stole all the baked goods during the mess. Meanwhile, a drunk Galuf is now running away from the Meteor Police. White Wizard: 56
Liberté, égalité, mélodie UltraDude And so, the armies aligned themselves. One on side, the nobles. Led by the prince of Midenhall, it was a formidable force. The mighty blades and magic of all the princes and princesses, as well as all the support they, in their noble-hero ways, could muster. Disciplined. Trained. Determined. It was their destiny to stamp out this weak rebellion On the other side, the ragtag band of rebels. Despite their only being peasants and mercenaries, the military experience of Wiegraf had formed the mightiest peasant army ever seen. With his strategy and Marcello's deviousness, there was no worry for tactics, and the Greil mercenaries had matched the Renais twins in recruitment. Also, the rebels always win. Didn't you watch Star Wars? Anyways, the two armies, at the signals of their leaders, moved forward. The front lines lurched forward - heavily armored warriors poised to clash mightily. However, as they met, a different sound drifted across the battlefield... the sound of music. The hills were alive with it. At it's siren's call, the soldiers, one by one, fell into a deep slumber. Having an army of Wigglytuffs concealed along with enough speakers to flatten a castle can have that effect. Even those who were immune to such effects mysteriously found themselves succumbing to the mighty power of song. As the song died down, only the prince of Midenhall remained standing, shocked beyond belief at the turn of events, clueless as to what his next move could possibly be. As he pondered his decision, a small group approached him. A dark armored and masked man, a beautiful woman on either side of him, flanked by four scowling Wigglytuffs. He stopped as he reached the prince, gesturing to his entourage to do the same. "So, my friend, it seems that the true victors have been determined. What say you to this?" he said with a chuckled. "You... who are you?" the prince responded, dumbfounded. The figure turned his head slightly. "You don't recognize me? I'm hurt, my friend, truly. Someone whom you and the others have mocked so..." Dawning overtook the prince, alighting on his face. "You... you traitor! How dare you Edward! We're your kind!" he raged. "Not Edward, dear Prince," the dark figure responded. "Music Emperor Edward!" he yelled out manically, and laughed maniacally. To be continued... Nobles: 22 Rebels: 10 Bards: 39 DjinnandTonic
Spear vs Mop: Odin fights Vaynard Tide It started out as an impressive battle. A battle of strength and wits to overcome a series of mockery. " I shall smash thee!" Odin cried with great enthusiasm over his new battle form. No longer will there be mocking! Finally, the All-father's name shall be known for something else other than failing! In a swift motion, he propelled the tip of his weapon towards the White Wolf. Vaynard proceeded to block it effortlessly by letting it hit him in the chest. While this would've normally ended the match, it seems as if Odin misplaced the spear of Gungnir and was instead holding a mop. "Fool! Such a blow cannot hope to defeat the White Wolf! Now you shall see the strength of my sword!" Another flurry of blows were exchanged, before the two combatants broke apart. "Impressive! I shall have to rethink my opinion of you. " "Likewise! To think I would meet such a glorious opponent. 'Tis a shame, but you must die!" "Whoa, whoa! Hold it!" Both fighters turned and looked at the judge residing. Seifer being Seifer, had been constructing new lyrics for his new rap album "Totally Owns Lamers" instead of actually watching the fight. It was the first time he has spoken a word since the fight started 36 and a half hours ago. "I need a couple of people to take part in my new rap song. I was going to get Fujin and Raijin to help me out, but they both shunned me and said, 'We don't want to be part of your posse anymore, ya know. It's embarassing to be assoicated with you, ya know'. Well in Fujin's case she just kicked me in the face and shouted 'HUMULIATION'" By now, both competitors had turned their full focus on Seifer. " And since the both of you have now decided not to kill each other, how about becoming my new posse? You can become a star!" " Yeah, we will also get mocked for our lack of musical talent and hanging out with another loser", Odin declined in a rare show of intellect. He promptly resumed his fightining stance. " Not even Odin is desperate enough to do something like that" Seifer thought for a moment. He must find a way to persuade them into joining. Where else would he find a new posse? "I'll give you both 0.001% of the profits we earn from sales. How abo-?" "Sold!" Odin cried out. In fairness, he was probably getting paid less on BtS and would suffer similar abuse anyway. Not to be outmatched in what seems like a new competition on sinking to a new low, Vaynard promptly replied, "The White Wolf will not be outdone by some lowly janitor. Consider myself in your services!" Of course, Seifer didn't tell either of them about the duties of being his new posse, which included anything from harassing Squall to bringing him a new pair of slippers. And that is how Seifer owned himself a couple of lamers. Literally. Vaynard: 6 Odin: 34 Seifer: 36 Draco Ignifer
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