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Emelious de Pamela vs Heat
Gatewalker Things were really looking up for Heat. He had made it all the was to the finals of the highest division there is in his first appearance, while Serph still rotted in Light without getting a single match. This was his day to shine, and he was going to do everything he could to prove to everyone that he, Heat, was the biggest, baddest thing ever to grace the arena. For awhile, it looked like it was working, too. Easily shrugging off Emelious's pitiful excuse for attacks, the demonic devourer decided that it was safe to have a bit of fun with this, even in the finals, and rather then strike a quick killing blow, he instead ripped off one of Emelious's arms and munched it down right in front of him. This proved to be his undoing, of course. Heat had apparently not learned from Teepo's mistakes that eating your opponent is rarely, if ever, a good idea. Swallowing down the pure, concentrated emo that was Emelious's flesh gave Heat the worst stomachache he had ever experienced. The pain and nausea from this latest meal was so great that even the mighty Vritra could do nothing but double over and hurl. As you can imagine, this wasn't exactly conductive to winning the match. Emelious, seeming not overly concerned about the loss of an arm, took advantage of Heat's moment of weakness to strike a finishing blow himself, claiming the match and the championship. This won't stop people from mocking him for being emo, of course. It just means that he has one more thing to cry about not being respected for. Emelious de Pamela: 22
Ephraim vs Tidus
legendaryflyingfailure The fight began between Tidus and Ephraim. In twelve minutes the entire audience was asleep. Neither opponent could stirke the other. Tragedy would ensue as a result. Had anyone been awake who wasn't engaged in intensely in a pathetic festival of increasingly aggravating misses, someone might have been alert enough to prevent the ambush about to occur. The ground quaked. Stone and mortar fell. Some of the spectators were woken soon enough to see Isaac dash madly into the arena carrying a deceased Kasumi. A pyroclasmic blast rocked the arena. One whole half of the structure was reduced to rubble and thousands died instantly. A young boy with feather light blond hair wearing a half sized jacket and carrying a massive spear with the twelve signs of the zodiac on it entered the arena. The God-likes all moved united as one to resist the new foe. Time seemed to suspend for a moment and when it stopped the youth was holding a curved samurai blade. The greatest battle in DL history ensued. Piastol, Sephiroth, and Kefka moved to stop the battle instantly with thier lightning speed. The brazen youth easily dodged their attacks and proceeded to counter. Ten sword strikes faster than anyone had ever seen landed their mark on Piastol. Striking simultaniously, Sephiroth and Kefka launched a Pale Horse/ Havoc wing combination that mixed in the air forming a signature move they had practiced fo the next team match. Havoc Steed. Again time froze and the deadly magic dissapated by a teal colored shield with Agean markings. Magic the like that niether man had ever seen burned their flesh as though a scourge on their very soul. Two massive dragons, Rudra and Kaiser decended from the heavens like the wrath of God. Rudra blinked and saw his opponent not longer equipped with a sword and shield but with a staff and cloaked in Powerfull magic robes. With a dismissive wave of his hand, the attacker sent a wave of crippling magic which easily hit it's mark. Unable to move the disabled duo fell to a violent death 900 meters to the ground. Lady Yuna, the bringer of calm stepped up. Preparing to summon the mother of her enemy, Anima. Before she could raise her hands to the heavens, she was covered in a crude black oily substance. A high level fire fire spell caught ablaze and she was reduced to ash. The young man smiled. With the leader of the Healing League out of the way the rest should go without interruption. The fight raged on for days. Sworn enemies and friends alike all stood in opposition to the invader. When the time came. Luca quietly stepped out from the shadows and to the amazement and fury of all around began to heap elixers on the damaged outsider. Yuri Hyuga, Cidolfas Orlandu, even Lenneth Valkyrie swore their revenge on the traitor as the arena was consumed in flame. When the time came only Isaac remained long since deprived of movement with an "immobilize" spell The young man's smile was a sad one. Not long ago it was full of hope and carefree. It was tainted by obssesion. The obsesion of entering the RPG Dueling League. Over a year of obsession corrupted him entirely. Gesturing as though to question Luca he was responded with a curt nod. Fire pulsed through his hand. He speaks for the first time. A single word to show the cowering figure what loyalty and sacrifice truly are for he is a man who knows both well. "Pyroclasm" Sometime later a committee was appointed to decide the result of the Tidus/Ephraim match. The cataclismic battle had been impressive but in a world where people are daily burned to ash and the revived to fight again the next day no one gave a backwards glance to the one they now called "The Outsider." Much to Tidus grave misfortune this committee was chosen at random by people who hated him. (Apparently Ephraim has good freinds somewhere) The decision was decided unanimous by Yuri, Kefka, and Chaos. He would advance. Only so that they all could have a match with him in the near future. This being done the committee proceded to another matter. The inclusion of a new member. When asked to state his name he stood proud the way his Dalmascan heritage had tought him. "My name is..." Ephraim: 18 Namagomi
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Zenthor
Silmeria Valkyrie vs Wiegraf Folles
Meeplelard Ok, lets look at some quick mathematics...using mythology...and translation errors...oh heck, just follow along. Wiegraf = Wiglaf. Obvious cause FFT Translation is bad enough to fudge something like this up, plus Wiglaf in mythology = ally of Beowulf and Wiegraf use to wear an outfit like Beowulf's. With me still? No, well, tough, I'm still going on! Wiglaf = Normal human in Norse Mythology. Norse Mythology = Valkyrie Profile. Valkyrie Profile = Normal Humans are complete and utter garbage. Notice how the only humans in the game are either dead or possessed by random goddesses. Silmeria = Goddess. Self explanatory. So, by simple laws of association, Wiegraf does not have a chance against Silmeria. Silmeria Valkyrie: 33 Snowfire
Lezard Valeth
Miranda vs Viki
superaielman Zidane's perverted ways haven't amounted to much of late. His total beatings this season was even in the single digit range. People were beginning to quietly whisper that he had learned his lessons, and that he would mature into the noble hero that he was supposed to be. Perhaps he would shed the label of 'thief' and become a sober, respected member of the DL. The people who knew him best just rolled their eyes and began tripling the guards on all matches that involved women or even bishy looking men. ===== "It's brilliant, I say! For weeks, I've bided my time to find the ultimate reward for my goodness, and now I've found it. After researching every universe with my normal dilligence, I've found the perfect paradise. The land of lesbians! All I need to do there is throw this magical powder in Viki's nose and BOOM! She should sneeze me to this mythical land. Goodbye constant mockery, hello eternal happiness! So what do you think, Sten...? Looks like he ran off. Ah well. This will work perfectly!" ===== Zidane grinned. It had been too easy to plan some black pepper in the venelation system. A fine mist of black powder was coating the arena, as Viki and Miranda stared down. ===== Viki's nose twitched. Miranda shrugged it off and ran in, looking to place a knife between Viki's ribs and end this fight fast. ===== Zidane removed the maintence vent and dropped into the center of the ring, aiming to land right in front of Suikoden's teleportation master. He saw Miranda charging towards Viki with as much speed as she could muster. This was gonna work great. ===== Alsono barely had time to react. He saw someone dropping from the ceiling of the arena. It looked like they were going to land on Miranda. From that height.. it'd be a crippling blow at best, leaving Miranda a shell of herself and thus unable to cook or clean. No way was he going to let that happen. With quickness gained from years of careful training on the high seas, Alonso threw his spear at Zidane with all his might, hitting Zidane squarely in his midsection. The force of the blow actually knocked Zidane into Viki and sent the the two careening off the arena floor, landing outside the arena. Alonso grinned. Surely that did the trick. ===== Miranda stood in shock as all hell broke loose. First the black powder, then someone falling from the ceiling just as she pressed her attack, to Alonso's daring attempt to save her, to said person hitting Viki and knocking her flying.. ..Hitting Viki... Miranda grunted a curse. And then another. The full force of what Alonso did hit her dead on. The judges were definitely going to DQ her for that. She quickly turned, not even waiting to see the judges award the fight to Viki. Curling her fist up into a ball, she walked over to where her boyfriend stood and punched him in the nose. Hard. "That's for costing the the fight, you dolt! I hope you like sleeping the basement for the next month!" ===== Zidane moaned in agony. The spear had critically wounded him. He wouldn't live long without medical attention. He then noticed he was tangled up in Viki. Who looked ready to sneeze. "Ah..." "..Oh boy.." "Choo!" ===== Viki blinked. What happened to that strange boy who had ran into her? Why were the judges rushing over to award her the match? Light champion? That sounds great! Except she felt like sneezing... "Ah..." "...Choo!" ===== Zidane felt himself shift somewhere else. The universe's magical energies realigned themselves with a shudder. He felt.. the sun. The wind. And curious faces around him, all female. He then remembered the massive blood loss he had taken from Alonso's attack,and promptly passed out. ===== He was in a room on the beach. Zidane felt like he had been sleeping for weeks. Yet strangely he didn't feel any better... with an effort, he lifted the blanket off his chest. Alonso's wound was still there. Worse, it looked like it had been untreated. Red lines were shooting out from the crude bandage. Didn't people here know about cure magic? A gentle hand on his face quickly got his attention. Five or six women stood in the crude hut where zidane was at. All of them were utterly gorgeous, and looked at him with an expression of want and worship. "Welcome. This is the lost world of Loran. You're the first man we've seen in over fifty thousand years." .."Huh..? How long was I out? Where am I?" " You were out nearly two weeks. As for here...long ago, this world was filled with men and women both. But an experiment done by one of the world's leading magicians in the field of teleportation magic went horribly awry. The entire world was put into statis, and everyone was suddenly granted eternal youth. Everyone female. Every single male died within weeks from the experiment, leaving us.. so alone." Zidane blinked. His plan worked? "But..you're not suffering from the effects of the explosion due to being an outsider. Your hair hasn't stopped growing at all. " "Why am I still wounded then?" "After the explosion, we forbade anyone from using magic. It's been so long that we've all forgotten the use of it. Even the most simple cure spell is beyond us. If you can pull through this wound, you're welcome to live out your life here." "..If..." Zidane suddenly felt woozy. His stomach was on fire, and he felt cold all over. A nap sounded good right about now. ===== Zidane stirred from his dreamless sleep. "....He's getting worse. That wound's going to kill him if we don't get medical treatment right away..." "..Been so long since we've had a man.." "..He's hurt.." Even lifting his eyebrows was too much effort. Zidane went to dozed off again. Voices once again filled the emptiness. "He's not breathing!" ===== Zidane awoke. He felt.. energetic. Refreshed. Surprisingly, he awoke on his feet in front of an alter. "Well, it's time you came back." A stern faced man wearing a steep hat stood in front of him. It didn't take Zidane long to see the seal of the royal Santeem family on his sword. Cristo. An older man stood behind him with white hair and a bemused look on his face. Had to be Brey. "Garnet hired me two weeks ago to cast a scrying spell, and failing that, hired Cristo to cast a revival spell to bring you back. You must have been teleported off into some odd pocket dimension or world with screwed up teleporting, because scrying got nothing." "So.. wait. I.. died?" "Yes. The revival spell brought you back. It's a good thing Alonso wounded you, or you wouldn't have come back till you died of old age. Princess Garnet was so worried that she's not even mad about whatever you were trying to do there." .."Excuse me. I have something I need to do." Zidane spun around on his heel, and went towards the Godlike arena. ===== "Huh, you're back. Why are you sniffing around here, looking to get killed again?" Yuri shook his head and walked away before Zidane began telling the story of what happened to him during those two weeks. "..." "Yeah, I'll get a hold of Edge and have him grab the boys. Be in the secondary Godlike arena in an hour." ===== "..And so, Alonso cost me the chance to live out my life in the land of immortal lesbians." Zidane's speech hadn't been long. Not even Garnet actually being nice to him and forgiving him for once kept his attention off his goal. "I know some of us have had our differences. I know some of you hate me." "But even if you hate me enough to not want me to stay in a heaven like that, remember that I would have been gone from 70 to 90 years if Alonso hadn't wounded me." ===== The crowd erupted in rage. It was a motley bunch. Every single male who was ranked in the Arena was there who wasn't fighting this week. All were angry- from the ones who tolerated Zidane enough to wish he could have stayed there, to the ones who hated him enough to wish he had vanished for that long. Longtime enemies stood as one, together in a united purpose. Justin and Rune stood together, weapons in hand. They were ready for revenge. Edge and Orlandu, putting aside their differences once again for the sake of avenging this most horrible crime. Fou-Lu and Kefka, not fighting but instead preparing to go into combat. Even Ghaleon stood with Zidane. The much maligned Magical Emperor. The person who perhaps hated Zidane the most of anyone in the arena, stood with his longtime rival the TimeLord. The two weren't attacking or sniping at each other, but putting their heads together and preparing a proper strategy. With tears in his eyes, Yuri Hyuga stood at the forefront of the ground. "Boys, we have one of the worst crimes committed in DL history here. Worse than that, due to Alonso's mistakes, we missed a chance to be zidane free for a long, long time. For once, let's put aside our grudges and teach him a lesson he won't ever forget!" The crowd roared in approval. Yuki quickly snaked up to the front along with Yuri and pointed towards the south. "He's thataway. Let's go get him!" ===== Sniffing in disgust, Alonso scrubbed at the floor of his ship some more. So what if Miranda had taken off and refused to speak to him after the fight. He had done the right thing, with the same wisdom he had shown in his journey with Yuki. Frowning, Alonso felt the ship.. tremble. Looking out at the calm waters of the port his boat was moored at soothed his nerves. Maybe Miranda was stamping back to make a good show. Surely she had forgiven him now- The trembling grew stronger. There were also a lot of voices mixed in, and all sounded angry. Alonso looked back to the entry to the bay and saw.. trouble. Several hundred men were running at him as fast as possible. At the forefront was.. Zidane? Huh? New to the arena, Alonso didn't know many faces. The ones he did see were trouble. Luca Blight, sword in hand and screaming about murder. Claude Kenni, looking as fierce as he ever did in his battles with the Wisemen. Speaking of wisemen, Zentegia's Rashidi and Indalecio stood right beside Claude, both weaving deadly spells. Ryus. Cids. All of them looked extremely angry. All of them were thankfully still at the other end of the harbor. Alonso wasted no time in cutting his lines and speeding out of port. It may not be a great chance, but it was better than nothing... Alonso quickly put everything he had into steering the ship, thankful he had purchased a new Windaga brand engine for his ship with Miranda's winnings that she didn't collect in her anger. He'd be fine if he could get to the open seas. No one could catch him there.. When time froze. ===== Alonso blinked. Something... odd had happened there. Time had paused for a second around his ship... He noticed the roar. Huh? Alonso turned his attentions back at the pier. It was completely packed. How did that angry mob get there so fast?! It was only a second! When a man with black and white hair gracefully jumped onto the ship, looking winded, Alonso knew. Not that it was going to help, as the crowd was right behind him and making their way to the ship. Picking up his mop, Alonso swung at the first person to reach him. The first blow sent the TimeLord flying. The second strike knocked Lowe off the side of the ship. No time. Claude then met his charge and sliced his mop in half with one swing of the Eternal Sphere. Bonds of magical energy suddenly pinned him to place as Edge looked on. Then the blows started landing. They were not gentle. ..."Why me?" The mob had no response. ===== Miranda had finally forgiven Alonso. Sure, she had cost him the light title, but he meant well. She was going to surprise him on the boat and make up with him. The normally empty pier was surprisingly packed with people. Why were they all here? Yuki then tapped Miranda on the shoulders and gave her a hug. "Hey, mom! Looking for Alonso? He went off to test his new motor for his ship. He came into some money, so he bought a brand new engine for his ship. He said he'd be gone for the next week!" "..The nerve of that jerk! And here I was, going to forgive him and he runs off! Mmph!" "Aww, don't worry about it. He'll be back.. probably." "..Probably?" "Nothing! Want to go get some ice cream?" "That sounds great, honey." Miranda: 26 Lezard Valeth
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