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Yuri Volte Hyuga vs Profound Darkness
Taishyr Yuri didn't even show up for the match, in an odd twist of events. It seems that, given either an afternoon brawling it out with one of the coldest woman-like things he could find - and quite possibly losing at it - or using all the money he had won thus far on Alice for a raucous evening, he did what any warm-blooded male with a dead girlfriend would do. PD thus decided to just duel the rest of the arena herself. She won, but officials are looking into Rika perhaps having given her some... boosts before the match. Yuri Volte Hyuga: 33 Lord Zendor
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Rosa Harvey vs Ryu
Taishyr Rosa nodded at the young dragon-child who climbed up onto the platform a few minutes before the fight was supposed to begin. "It is good to see you. I wish you luck in this fight, Ryu. Nina speaks very highly of you." Two weeks before the match. Ryu and Nina. Alone, together. The beaches of some DL-related world. Close together. Nina depressed. "Sorry that I can't come to the match." Pause, confusion, silence. "The White Mage's Convention is holding its annual meeting. Even the Summoner Yuna's giving a speech, and the organizer, Ronfar, he's asked me to give one, too. I can't afford to miss this chance." Understanding, regret. Almost a smirk on her face, but surely just a sad smile? "Take care, and win this for me. I didn't lose just to see you lose... After I return, perhaps we can settle our lover's quarrel in the traditional way of lovers..." A wink, and that smile, that half-smirk again... Ryu nodded, seeming a bit preoccupied. Rosa hesitated, then continued, "She also sends her love and her luck to you. She added that you would need it. Perhaps a bit overconfident of her, but..." That smile, like her smile in bed... bewitching, tricking... beguiling... like the incident with the water balloons or Gobi sitting in their bed as retaliation for the burnt food incident... heh, he had missed that smile, truth be told... Rosa nodded slightly. He seemed drowsy. That would make things easier on her. "She also has a message for you." That got the young man's attention. He looked up, quite curious. Off to the side, at the limits of her perception, Ghaleon bellowed, "Begin!" "Hold!" As the word leapt from Rosa's lips, the young man locked up like a statue, in an expression of half-shock. Rosa walked over and gave him a smile, wicked in its length. The smile of someone who cares for you... loves you... and has a plan... "She lost so she could see you lose to me." Rosa whispered in his ear, clearly enjoying herself. "We stick up for each other, no matter what." As the barrages of Holy began cascading down his frame, his only thought was that of an endless, cursing litany, NEVER TRUST A WHITE MAGE! ...oh well, at least home life will be normal again after this... Rosa Harvey: 44
Nanaki vs Arnaud G. Vasquez
Gatewalker After Arnaud's little issue with interfering in Kresnik's match, extra precautions were taken to ensure that the finals match would be free of all such foul play. The match orchestrators really didn't need to bother, though. Nanaki wasn't the type to cheat, and Raquel wielded the ever potent 'couch' threat against Arnaud should he even consider it. And in her case, 'wielding the couch threat' had a double meaning in both making him sleep on the couch, and in beating him black and blue with it. Being freakishly strong has it's perks and all. So, as this was a rather important match that needed to be closely monitored, the judges decided to do something a little different with it. Rather the a simple fight, the two would first have to reach the battle area, which was resting atop the fearsome Barrel Volcano. First the combatants would be air-dropped from the Highwind, with no parachutes to save them, only their own reflexes. Assuming a successful landing, they would then race to the top of the volcano, avoiding the hazards and monsters within in an attempt to get to the battlefield first. The first one to arrive would be healed of their wounds while the other would be forced to fight as they were, worn down from the fall and race. Aboard the Highwind, as the bell sounded the opening of the race, the two fighters acknowledged each other with a solemn nod, and then leapt, wasting no time in getting started. Plummeting towards the volcano, Nanaki curled himself into a ball to reduce his surface area, hoping to fall faster and simply roll out of the landing and spring into a run. Once he landed, he would be relying on his quadrapedal advantage over the quick drifter to eat up the ground faster and make the top first. For his part, Arnaud spread himself out, trying to increase his surface area and slow his fall. It seemed like an odd tactic at first, letting his opponent get a head start at him, but his reasons for this made sense in only a few moments. As Nanaki hurdled past him, Arnaud prepared a single spell, and waited for the right moment to cast it. Just before the red wolf-critter hit the ground, the drifter threw down a Hyper spell...on Red XIII and teh section of ground he was about to impact. With the added oomph of Hyper, Nanaki hit the ground with an insanely powerful impact, nearly breaking every bone in the poor creature's body and leaving him in a state that best resembled roadkill. Seeing his plan succeed so well, Arnaud threw down a series of Slow Down spells to pass through on his decent, and landed rather lightly. Without even taking a moment to gloat(he had nothing personal against Nanaki, after all), the canny drifter had a casual stroll up the volcano, and enjoyed the benefits of a full healing as well as a nice few hour break while the ever-determined Red crawled and fought his way up the volcano, finally, after nearly dieing a dozen or more times on the way up, reaching the top. Where he promptly got Hi-Blasted and dropped before he could so much as sigh in relief at making it up. Despite his valiant effort, it seemed that once again ferocity and perseverance were just no match for a Razor Sharp Intellect. Nanaki: 32 CLOUD
Yang vs Karyl Sheeden
Dunefar Oh sure, Karyl can throw down. Man, he's oldschool, back when they did things right. You mess with him, he'll freaking sing your butt down into the ground. But man, you can't compete with kung fu. That cat'll Catclaw your butt so hard you wanna crawl back under the rock, man. Not even electric guitars of doom can fight that crap. Ow. Yang: 45
Grand God Contest, Part 1: Namagomi As anyone who has had experience with the Sheldar Ants would know, they start dying off like immunodeficient geriatrics exposed to the Black Plague the moment you blink; you need an attention span not applicable to anyone that was not constructed. And so applies to all three of the gods; even if they were great and powerful gods...their attention span is still not that of a robot's. All three--even Myria, with her tendency for having patience for the most obscenely long things ever (such as her own fights) eventually got bored, and went away for about a minute or so to get a drink... Predictably, all three of the civilizations died off before they got back; okay, it didn't help that an irate Myria picked a fight with one of the Ryus in the Godlike bar, amongst other things...but that really doesn't change the fact that all three of theirs died off completely. ...Mewtwo simply would not stop laughing at this turn of events. Myria: 22 Yunalesca: 5 Mithos: 7 All fail: 34 Lezard Valeth
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