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Yuri Volte Hyuga vs Lamington
legendaryflyingfailure Lamington is known as "The Seraph." Yuri has the Seraphic Radiance. So the match WOULD be even except for one or two small details 1. Yuri actually has a weapon 2. For the child 3. For everyone 4. Die Scumbag 5. Lamington is a God. 6. Yuri is a God SLAYER 7. Lamington is an NPC ergo his soul purpose in life is to be beaten by PC's 8. Yuri is a PC ...Okay so it was more than one or two. I'm not really much of a detail person anyway. Yuri Volte Hyuga: 67 
Nate Nanjo vs Kuja
SageAcrin A sarcastic, rich young man. A man whose ego is so frail that the method of his birth largely shattered him mentally, and learning that he was soon to die led him to blow up everything, ever. There was never a good way this could end. Or was there? --- "..." Ellen glared sternly at Nate, as he rushed out of the flaming arena. "Oh, come on." Nate said, shrugging. "It was worth it." "Did you have to call him a psychopathic tranvestite with delusions of grandeur and daddy issues?...yes, of course you did. Never mind." Ellen said, sighing. "Did you have to get all the spectators killed?" Nate silently pointed to a nearby poster, which announced that it would be Open Mic Night for all Duelling League Kareoke fans, and that anyone that watched the match would be able to participate free. "...is that why Farleen was in there? I could hear her halfway across the arena." "And Precis, and far too many other people." Nate agreed. "...How did you just manage morally correct insitement to riot and mass murder?" Ellen said, wonderingly. "Well, it isn't that moral." Nate shrugged. "I had the arena insured before the match. I only made a small profit; You'd be amazed how much they charge for that. But still." "Oh. At least there was some fraud in there." Ellen breathed a relieved sigh. Nate Nanjo: 29 
Avalon vs Rolf Landale
SageAcrin It was hopeless. Rolf, battling his best, casting spell after spell, slashing, fighting to his last...he still couldn't scratch Avalon. There was no way he could have won! --- "Morte. You make a lousy reporter." Chisato noted, staring. "Avalon, the dueller, is not an island." "...You mean Rolf lost to a makeup company?" Morte asked. "Stop trying to chase girls instead of going to the match, and then half-assedly use search engines to write your reports." Chisato said, cracking her knuckles threateningly. "...fine, Chief." Morte sighed. Avalon: 34 
Zeromus vs Profound Darkness
T.G. Nevareh Zeromus is kind of good at killing PCs. He can hit them with Big Bang which causes that really awful Virus ailment that sucks out HP per tick and, unlike Poison, is very hard to get rid of. He can use Meteo. He's immune to status attacks. He's pretty ugly, too. The Profound Darkness is very good at killing PCs. He/She/It can hit with attacks that really rip into the good guys, including Megid and even a /holy elemental/ attack. He/She/It... uhhm... well... starts off pretty ugly... gets uglier... and then turns into Standard Anime Evil Force (Feminine). He/She/It is immune to status attacks. Zeromus lives in a big hole in the ground on the moon and whose truly evil act was to be up far past his bedtime and making people hear voices. The Profound Darkness can be found but can't be said to reside in a metaphorical space between this world and another that manifests itself as a big hole in the ground since its presence in this reality would cause an end to all things, and once every thousand years sends a being of the pure perverted essence of ugly anime evil into the world to usually quite successfully wreak catastrophe. One is /technically/ impossible to kill and is sort of the antithesis of all life in this world. It takes a sword whetted on the power of its weaker forms that also possesses the souls of generations of past heroes to /seal/. The other is proto-Kefka (full of HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE!) that can be beaten by jewelry being held up by a guy with white hair and an inferiority complex. The Profound Darkness wins on three counts. One: It's just tougher than Zeromus. Most final bosses are tougher than Final Fantasy final bosses. Two: It's got a holy attack, which Zeromus is weak against, with no balancing attack that Zeromus can use. And three: Zeromus is basically a miniature Profound Darkness without the glowing neon hair or the girlish figure. You could probably make the argument that Zeromus, in becoming a being of pure hatred, basically became a tiny part of The Profound Darkness, which is, as I have been saying, the antithesis of all life and bears a hatred for everything so strong that all other forms of hatred are like mild distaste in comparison. Zeromus wants to be like The Profound Darkness when he grows up. Zeromus: 27 hinode
Ernst vs Nel Zelpher
SageAcrin A man in a collar. A woman in a maid's outfit. Does any more need to be said? --- "Ernst! Look at me!" Norma said happily, as she twirled in her new maid's outfit. "Don't I look great?" Ernst growled disconsolately. Norma always got so jealous. She wouldn't even let him off the leash long enough to fight a cute girl. "Oh well. There are worse reasons to not make it to matches." Ernst thought. "I could be so lonely or horny that I end up a horrible pervert and get beaten to a pulp repeatedly, and constantly lose because of that." He added, purring contentedly. --- In a nearby women's locker room, Zidane sneezed. The resulting sneeze, naturally, led to him getting beaten to a pulp. Repeatedly. Ernst: 27 
Rosa Harvey vs Dehuai
SageAcrin The long torture. The innocent girl, crying, pleading, willing to do anything, anything for it to end! Wait, how well did that turn out for Dehuai last time? --- Rosa blinked. A moment ago, Dehuai had been telling her of the torments she would suffer if she did not give up. Now, a mass of flaming wreckage covered that half of the arena. "Haaaahahahah! I always wanted to save the damsel in distress!" Cid the Fourth cackled into the arena. "...I'm...married, Cid, remember?" Rosa called out. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Right. Sorry about that! Well, a favor to a friend's still good." Cid added, as he struggled out of the wreckage. "...Damn it, old man, stop forgetting to take your pills." Palom said, as he rushed into the arena with Porom, to take Cid off Rosa's hands. While the judges were debating if this was, in fact, interference, Dehuai, amazingly, struggled out of the wreckage, still concious. However, Dehuai, with the remarkable conversions that often come of head injuries, rushed out of the arena as soon as the match was over, donned a simple dress, and started selling flowers for 10 gil on the street corner. It's okay. Another head injury will be along very shortly. Rosa Harvey: 50 
Ryu vs Cloud Strife
Fishin4pigeon The fight between Cloud and Ryu started out simple - a few sword slashes, a spell cast here and there. After some progression of the battle, Ryu finally transformed into his dragon form. Cloud knew what to do. He'd faced a giant dragon before, and the only way to get rid of it was to jump on top of it and attack it while on it's back. Fortunately, he didn't need a bunch of his comrades to throw him skyward, as Ryu wasn't moving too high. With a massive leap, he managed to get high enough, and started performing his signature Braver Limit, going for the style points. This strategy ultimately failed when Ryu caught Cloud in his mouth and proceeded to throttle the hell out of the unfortunate soldier. Several weeks later, Cloud kindly passed on the message to Sora that you shouldn't always try to jump up on the Hydra's back. Ryu: 55 
Mithos Yggdrasil vs Cecil Harvey
SnowFire Cecil and his friends had penetrated to the very heart of the moon of Derris-Kharlan. The floor was shiny, the weird reflecting mirrors were everywhere, and there was an obligatory starry background (despite being inside the moon?). Yet... all that was at the altar was... a note? "Zemus is busy right now. Needs more training in ways of darkness. May not be back for awhile. -PD" Cecil pondered this development. "Huh. There's got to be something wrong here. Shouldn't there be a final boss in the area that just needs a good thrashing to resolve things?" Conveniently enough, Mithos floated by at this point, cheerfully humming to himself. "Doo-to-do, going to make everyone lifeless beings, build unstoppable angelic army, bake killer chocolate torte..." "Hah! Die, foul evil overlord!" The boss battle had been found at last! "Uh... wait a second, noble paladin! Actually, I'm a good guy. Really. I just want to end my race's persecution via turning everyone into magical spheres for the sake of my mostly dead sister." "...oh." Cecil was still confused, but clearly this was no time for hero infighting. He could find something else to purify soon enough. Like maybe that annoying warlock his wife was complaining about... Mithos Yggdrasil: 47
Beowulf Kadmus vs Kresnik Ahtreide
Namagomi It was a classic battle of magic versus technology; the magic-wielding Temple Knight versus the ARM-using Pale Rider. Adrenaline rushed, shots were deflected off of shields, and almost every form of spell from the swordsman and attack pattern from the Howling Spike was seen; Apoptoses, Breaks, Pile-Bunkers, Shocks, even a Locked-ON Gatling Raid...yet it seemed bleak for the Brionac commander, before he tried one last-ditch move... ...he punched Beowulf. The knight instinctively reacted by raising his shield to block the assault--only to find himself rocketing back, ultimately smashing back-first into the Arena wall before passing out, pieces of his completely shattered shield and broken armor scattered everywhere with the impact... In the audience, an unidentifiable Third-Class Pilot ran from his seat to the nearest exit, screaming in absolute terror. Beowulf Kadmus: 34 Barubary
Nanaki vs Typhlosion
Mathias Nanaki could possibly be mistaken for a Pokemon. Since his type would be closest to fire, it's tough to say who'd win. Yet, I've never seen any Pokemon who could deal damage in the 9000s. Point goes to Red. Nanaki: 37 Yoram
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White Wizard vs Rhett
Gatewalker Nobody really knows what he was doing there. After having been kept out of the arena after driving Camus away earlier in the season, the teenage boy in a baseball cap who wouldn't shut up about pokemon managed to get into the match between White Wizard and Rhett the duck(apparently security around Typhlosion's match was real tight. They weren't letting this "Ash" kid anywhere NEAR that match). For the first part of the match, nobody even knew he was there. Sitting quietly in the stands while Rhett slowly pounded the crap out of his generic foe with a halberd and said generic foe healed right back from it, the boy was watching the fight with an eagle eye, never taking his eyes off the competitors. But as the match dragged on, that changed… As Rhett slammed his axe into the face of the White Wizard once again, panting from the exhaustion and pain from the repeated hammer beats and fade spells he had taken, the boy stood up and hurled a pair of spheres at the two fighters, yelling out "Pokeballs, GO!" In a flash, the two were sucked into the pokeballs, while the boy rushed in to pick them up if they held or put them to sleep with the Butterfree he pulled out of another ball if they broke out. The balls rattled on the floor, once…twice…then burst open in a flash of light, depositing the two back on the floor and looking rather upset at the young boy. Pointing at White Wizard, the kid yelled out, "Butterfree, use Sleep Powd-arghle!". Butterfree, not knowing what a 'sleep powdarghle' was, looked over at it's trainer just in time to see Rhett hit him in the face really hard with an axe. Not about to let that pass, the Butterfree dropped a stun spore on the unfortunate duck and managed to fire a Silver Wind at White Wizard before getting halberd'd and hammer'd to death. Sighing, Edgar walked over from the judges table, calling clean-up to get the trainer and butterfree remains out of the ring while he decided how to call this. "Alright, I can't just let the match continue like that since there was interference, but I can't call it for either one of you as he attacked you both. So, how about we get you two some elixirs and start this whole thing over?" White Wizard nodded, while Rhett looked down at his stomach then just shook his head, "Quack this. Let the generic have it, I just want to get some lunch and go home." Edgar raised an eyebrow, "You sure about that? You've got a shot at the middle semifinals on the line here." Nodding, Rhett hefted his halberd and turned to go, "Yup. Let the generic go embarrass himself against Arnaud. I'm gone." Rhett was later seen being smacked around for his decision by Sgt. Joe, but what else is new? White Wizard: 37 
Selma vs Arnaud G. Vasquez
Gatewalker The match started basically as expected. Arnaud used Slow Down, followed up with Illusion, got hit with Silent Lake…and that's when things started getting weird. See, you know the old expression 'blood is thicker then water'? Well, it seems to apply to cast as well. While Arnaud and Selma were fighting, Lambda and Graham Cray started arguing in the stands. Not about how much they wanted to kill the respective competitors or any of the usual things that you would expect from a pair of villains…but rather a round of 'my foes are better than your foes'. Yeah. As villains are wont to do, the two swiftly came to blows over it, and their little tussle became the center of attention rather then the two middles fighting in the ring. Laughing as he avoided strike after strike from Cray, Lambda was easily taking the upper hand and keeping it without issue until he got distracted by some banter down in the ring. "Ten bucks on Graham. I don't care how easy you guys beat him, Lambda is a complete wuss. His greatest achievement in life was killing a room full of old men." Selma snorted at that, "You're joking, right? I'll take that bet. Lambda at least made godlike, even if it is off of some lame gimmick. Cray got stomped by Maria in his first match. It's no contest!" With a sly smile, Arnaud looked over at his opponent and made a surprising offer, "Care to stake the match on that?" Now Selma may be just a swordswoman, but she wasn't dumb. She knew Arnaud's reputation and she wasn't about to let him trick her into something, "No way. You know something I don't, don't you?" "Maybe. Just watch." With a nonchalant shrug, Arnaud just turned his attention back to the fight in the stands, where Graham had made a momentary comeback, and was now getting beat down once again. Though she was tempted to just cave the cocky magician's skull in while he was distracted, Selma was too curious about just how he thought that Cray could ever beat someone like Lambda. So she stood there and watched as well, waiting for whatever miracle that Arnaud seemed so sure was going to happen to turn that fight around. No such miracle ever happened, of course. Graham was beaten soundly and then sent home with his tail between his legs(after the medics scraped him up off the floor), while Selma turned back to her opponent with a laugh, "Hah! See, I told you it was a joke to even think Cray could stand up to the likes of Lambda. I should have taken you up on that offer!" Smiling, Arnaud nodded, "Yeah, you really should have. Since, ah, your Silent Lake is worn off now and you only have the one charge of it. And you really don't have a chance against me without that." Standing there dumbfounded, the realization of just what Arnaud had done settled in on Selma. The absurd claim, the complete assurance in it, all designed to make her so curious that she'd pay more attention to the fight in the stands then the duration of her spell. But not about to just give in gracefully, the elvish warrior snarled at the deceitful drifter and lunged, only to miss over and over again as Arnaud whittled her down with Hi-Blast after Hi-Blast. As she finally fell to her knees, Selma looked up at her opponent with one question in her mind before she fell, "Tell me…did you plan that whole thing? The argument, the fight, all of it?" While prepping the last Hi-Blast he would need, Arnaud shook his head, "Nope, that was all them. I just capitalized on it. That's what happens when you mess with a razor sharp intellect." As Arnaud loosed his last spell, and Selma slipped into unconsiousness, her only thought was that she had pity for any others who tried to stand between this man and the championship. Selma: 12
Tim Rhymeless vs Yang
SageAcrin A small child. Innocent, pure, full of hope. Against a noble warrior, defender of the helpless. How could Yang possibly raise a hand to Tim, let alone beat him bloody and senseless? --- "And don't you ever, ever say those things about my King and Queen! Ever again!" The enraged Yang yelled at Tim's body, kicking him savagely in the ribs once more. "...Edge. Did you...?" Yuri said, watching the savage beating. "First you bet enough money on this match to earn a savage beating from Rydia if she ever found out..." "Hey! Rydia doesn't b-" "...savage burning." "Better." "...Anyways, then Tim starts yelling obscenities at Yang while looking surprised." Yuri finished. "...uhm...well...I just...wanted to help my friend...get some fighting spirit! He'd never manage to get the hot blood he'd need to beat up a little kid without some help, so..." Edge trailed off. "Since when are you good at mimicing and throwing voices, anyways?" "Well, it took a couple years of practice." "Ah." Yuri nodded. "You still aren't going to get around the 'Rydia burning you' part." "Oh, that. I was going to put the proceeds into a necklace for her anyways." Edge smirked. "How much of the proceeds?" "...Shut up, Yuri." Edge retorted, walking off. Tim Rhymeless: 21 
Shabon vs Jane Maxwell
Gatewalker Here at the RPGDL, the judges are always looking for ways to spice up the matches and make them more entertaining for the crowds and viewers at home, especially considering the large number of matches that turn into disqualifications or victories by default. So, when Maxim had the idea to turn a light match into a contest of Xtreme Dungeon Crawling, with cameras tracking their every step and broadcasting it live to the audience, everyone was pretty excited. The rules were as follows, Jane and Shabon each had one hour to claim a unique item from a dungeon and get back out. To keep things simple, there would be exactly two criteria for judging, 1-how quickly they made it back with their item, and 2-how many monsters they squashed on the way. Also, each girl would be allowed to take one partner with her, but this partner would not be allowed to fight, only to support the competitor. In a move that surprised no one, Shabon instantly grabbed Nei as her partner, which was a solid move despite it’s predictability. The power of Song of Madness might just give Shabon the edge she'd need to squash enough monsters to make up for the fact that Jane would doubtlessly have a faster time. Jane, however, surprised everyone by looking outside of her own cast for a partner. While many were expecting her to call on the supportive magics of Cecilia, she instead arrived for her match with a small teal-haired boy carrying a flute. A bit confused, Maxim raised an eyebrow at the gunslinger and eyed the boy suspiciously, "Uh, Jane? Who's this? Is he supposed to be your partner?" Grinning, Jane just nodded, "Yep. Don’t worry, he can’t fight. At all. But he's great at the support." As going outside your own cast wasn't against the rules, Maxim just shrugged and called a start to the match, sending the girls and their partners into separate enterances to the dungeon, and starting the one-hour clock. As the race started, Shabon's Song of Madness and SMASH strategy seemed to be paying off. As soon as monsters popped up, she splattered them into paste, and even the stronger ones only took a few hits to bring low. The scoreboard outside showed the young performer simply racking up the points….almost as quickly as her opponent was. Those watching Jane were quite shocked at how quickly she was racing through the dungeon while dispatching every enemy in her path in record time. As she ran along, guns blazing, the boy behind her was just prancing along, playing his flute, fiddling with a ring, and sometimes singing a few verses about how some guy named Thor was getting irate. Somehow, this was making the enemies drop like flies, as if they were simply getting blown away by Jane's bullets. And if any enemy was too stubborn to die to a single shot, Nils played a different song for a moment and Jane bolted past them with an extra burst of speed. Not ten minutes later, Jane and Nils reached the target room, grabbed the trophy that was there, and got back out before the half hour mark hit. With such a huge lead in time points, Shabon would have to kill so many monsters that she'd be in there past the hour limit to win, and Maxim just called a halt to the match. Looking down at Nils with disbelief, there was one question on his mind that he just had to ask, "Alright, just who are you? And why haven't I seen you around before?" Beaming up at the hero, Nils proudly announced, "I'm just Nils. And I'm a bard!." Also smiling, Jane ruffled Nils’s hair, "You know those Fire Emblem bards everyone keeps mocking because they can’t attack?" Maxim nodded, "Yeah." "He's one of them." Maxim blinked, "Riiiight. Yeah, after seeing that you can put me down for not mocking bards anytime soon, thanks. Nice run there, kids." Handing Jane her victory, Maxim walked out with a new appreciation of exactly how good a bard could be in the right situation. Shabon: 24 
Karyl Sheeden vs Vaida
SageAcrin Vaida knew a bard's true weakness. For all his evasiveness, his speed, his mobility, he had one major weakness. He couldn't fight back! At all! --- "...oh god, she didn't read up." Duessel said, as she watched Vaida give up both the initiative and any form of hope she had for winning the match, as she got off her Dragon to laugh in Karyl's face, only to get bashed into a now-angry dragon by Golden Voice. "It's just bards in our worlds that suck..." Later, Vaida got loudly drunk and proceeded to hit on Arnaud. All things considered, the fact that she managed to leave the bar with all limbs still attached was doing pretty good, considering. Karyl Sheeden: 29 
Chisato Madison vs Bernadette Egan
Taishyr -In the Arena- "Glad to see you made it out here!" Chisato catcalled, having changed into her fighting clothes and her cocky attitude. "Get up here so I can beat your sorry butt into tomorrow!" "Chisato..." Bernadette said. "Chisato! It was Nate that called me." "What?" Chisato said, slightly startled by this turn of events. "It was Nate on the line. He said that he's been trying to contact you, but all your phones have been off." Bernadette hesitated, a tear in her eye. "I'm sorry, Chisato. I'm really sorry." "What about? You haven't done anything wron..." Bernadette whispered, "You're fired, Chisato. Effective immediately. They're replacing you with Jogurt and Kuja." The silence was broken by tremors, slowly beginning to shake the Arena floor. Bernadette looked up at Chisato, white with rage. "THAT - LITTLE - HE - WHY I'M GONNNA...!" -Before the Match, waiting room- "Bernadette?" The young woman looked up from her book to see her opponent standing there, glowering a bit. "The match is about to start. We should get out there." "You're right, Chisato. Thanks." As she stood up, Chisato shifted uncomfortably. "Look... Bernadette..." "What is it?" Looking away, Chisato said quietly, "Don't let this go beyond these walls, but... I know this will be a good fight, and whoever wins, I..." She closed her eyes and clenched her fists, then said, "Good luck, Bernadette." Bernadette's eyes widened. "Ah... thank you, Chisato. Good luck to you, too!" Just then, Bern's cell phone rang. Chisato quirked an eyebrow. "Heh, turned my cell phones off while I was training. Didn't know you Suikoden people bothered with technology, though..." "Only Behind the Scenes." Bernadette quipped. Chisato chuckled. "Oh, Behind the Scenes, how I love you so. The only place I can legally and fully vent my holy fury in the Dueling League. Well, hurry out once you're done." Chisato left, and Bernadette answered the phone. "Plan Furious Rage is go, I take it?" the voice on the other end said. "Although I now have some regret, yes, the plan is go, but there is... one modification." "I dislike modifications. What are you suggesting?" "Only that... she will come to you in a rage. Deny any involvment of whatever she accuses you of. It should be easy, you'll be telling the truth." "...you were supposed to tell her that you had incriminating photos of her. What has changed, Bernadette?" A slight smirk. "I think I know how to push her buttons better than that." "...Just make sure the job gets done." A click, and Bernadette threw the phone on the floor. Not like it'd be ever used after this, she reflected. -After the Match, DL Hospital- Bernadette idly watched the telly's reports of having to rebuild the stadium - again. *Coming out of Chisato's pocket, too. And I didn't even have to say that Nate said Kuja's fashion sense was better...* She chuckled a bit to herself, then stopped as the door open. Nate stepped in, and Bernadette gave an audible sigh of relief. "Told you that plan would work better." "Heh." Nate took a seat by her, and pulled a mound of cash out of his pocket. "Here's three-fourths of the insurance money on that building. You earned it. Although..." Nate paused. "I never imagined her fury would nuke the entire stadium." "She loves BtS, as much as she's loath to admit it to any of you." Bernadette confessed. "I know. She's also good enough that I keep her on." Nate chuckled. "This really was a brilliant plan on your part - get her angry, get me to insure the building, I collect 1/4, you get 3/4 and a free pass to the next round, and best of all, we get to deal with an angry Chisato who's been gypped out of a month's pay." "Of course." Bernadette grinned. A pen finished writing this down, and the wielder smirked a bit. Stepping away from the hospital room's door, Chisato's shoes could be heard clicking with vengeance all the way down the hall... Chisato Madison: 29 DjinnandTonic
The Norgard Defense Force Beta:
superaielman Vaynard's a brilliant tactican on the second try. It's a trait all Norgard men have. From the old king getting killed by Zemeckis before the Great Forsena Civil War, to his goading Lyonesse into combat, to his (much much much) briefer speeches after the first time you defeat him. Vaynard may be a total screwup on try one, but the second time he's awesome. What he didn't figure is that Falena would learn from it's mistakes. In his haste to invade, he didn't check that the country was actually far stronger than they were when Gizel took over, and that in fact the knights were stronger than ever. In short, Vaynard got owned bad by Freyjadour and the rest of the knights. Never plan a major military assault based on intel from a tranny and and someone named Roog. Norgard: 4 Falena: 34 Esgares: 20 |
