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Fou-Lu vs Hrist Valkyrie
Meeplelard "So wait, after all this talk about your pride as a Valkyrie for a new Goddess, after all this work you did to get into Godlike, and after all you went through to get a new boss in Myria...you refuse to face off against what is technically our arch nemisis now?" "There's fine line between fighting for your pride and just plain being stupid, Arngrim. Considering this is an opponent that is a God of much higher level than myself, one that rivals Myria in power, I think simply admitting defeat is the wisest course of action." "Whatever, you sure this isn't going to get you in trouble?" "Considering I talked Teepo into willingly taking ALL the blame? No, I'm not." "...I'd say 'poor fellow' but I'm sure he deserves it one way or another." Fou-Lu: 49 Barubary
Deis vs Purim
SageAcrin Three shadowy figures. Three distinct purposes. An agreement that would ruin reputations, and very nearly lives. Not that uncommon of a thing, with the Duelling League, perhaps. But that doesn't keep it from happening all the time... --- Purim's head cleared slowly. Why was it so noisy? And cold. She felt chilly. Then Randi started making out with her, as the crowd, unbelievably confused, watched. It had been confusing. Purim had wandered into the match in a daze, as had her hero friend...then they'd started kissing, and...started removing clothing...and then Purim had cold-cocked Randi and ran out crying. There were always explinations for these things, though. --- "Man. All I had to do is annoy the hell out of those two, and I got this much candy?" Popoi noted happily, as he munched unhealthy amounts of chocolate. "And blackmail material, too, on the guy that gave it to me? This is such an awesome way to start a season." --- "Man, all I had to do was give Popoi candy, and I got to see Purim half-naked!?" Sten noted happily, as he leafed over pictures. "This is such a cool way to start this season!" --- "Ahhhh." Deis sighed happily, as she lounged in the tub. "A match won without entering the arena, due to 'failure to appear', and getting to see a generic hero half-naked. And none of it tracable to me. This has been a good start..." Deis grinned lazily. Deis: 47 
Tidus vs Ultimecia
SageAcrin Kurse those young, foolish teenage heroes. Kurse them all! Ultimekia may have foolishly underestimated the kruel, idiotic teenagers, onke before, but never again! --- Tidus blinked, confused. He had been about to fight, then Ultimecia had done...something...and... Wait...why was everything so tall? "Ya idiot, aren't you listening?" Jecht said to Tidus, as he towered over him. "I said fetch me a damned beer!" Tidus suddenly realized where he was. In his own past. And as a child. His scream of rage might have been heard across time. --- "...That's really not le..." Johnny drifted off, as the other two judges, Violetta and Kratos, let out contented snores. "...Great, they put the new judge on the match that doesn't matter, and something that matters happens..." Kyogre, the fourth judge, in his custom-designed box, let out a contented sound that may also have been a snore-equivalent. "...They really didn't care much about this match, did they..." Johnny shook his head. "Oh well, if no one cares, I guess Ultimecia wins." Tidus: 26 
Rashidi vs Xorn
superaielman Rashidi's countless evil acts- from the massacre at Pogrom Forest to the corruption of Archangel Mizal- were aimed at one goal. The revival of a dark god who he had given everything to bring back. A god that perhaps rivals Xorn in power. It was a surprise to pretty much the entire arena when Rashidi managed to actually -compel- Xorn to appear in all of his dark magnificence with nothing more than a really complicated summoning spell. Could perhaps the Wiseman pull off the upset and topple this dark god? Rashidi's incredible summoning spell was meant with an emotastic laugh and a Death Knell. Looks like it's back to a body cast and the drawing board. Rashidi: 11
Shizel vs Maxim
Meeplelard It was an act no one expected. An occurrence not seen before, which is to say, its that much LESS expected since people thought they saw everything. But so it goes, Shizel was arrested on the spot by Official Child Protection Squad of the DL. Why did this happen? One can only assume it had to do with both Shizel and Maxim being parents, and that being possessed by an evil spirit that wants to destroy all isn't exactly the most fit for raising things, so as a result, Maxim HAD to report her. Or just general random insanity, which is probably the more likely scenario, but whose to say? It didn't exactly help that when Meredy was interrogated regarding her child hood, she was too busy playing with Quickee to really understand what was going on. ...but why does that matter? What DOES matter is Shizel is now forced to attend parenting and child care classes led by Paula of Twoson. Shizel: 19 
Freyjadour Falenas vs Stahn Aileron
Moonlight Bomber The night before the match. Lyon, as always, worried so much that her beloved prince might get injured during the match, his opponent being a master swordsman and all. "P-Prince, I know this is your first match and all, and I have full confidence in your abilities to win, but I still worry about you getting hurt," the bodyguard declared. "When I lost my duel against Beatrix, I realized that whenever I lose in this league, I'm one step away in protecting you..." Frey, after listening to Lyon's speech of worry, responded with a hug, and whispered to her, "Never fear, Lyon. Protection is never one-sided. You protect me, I protect you. And so to protect you from your doubts, I'll..." It just so happened that Zidane's crew (minus the ringleader himself due to his upcoming match against Natalia) chanced upon Frey and Lyon's locker room when... "...make love to you, my beloved bodyguard." That final statement by the prince set off a reaction by the crew. Even thaough Edge is not with them, they readily agreed on one thing: capture the entirety of Frey and Lyon's lovemaking with a camera-equipped cellphone they have just bought the other day, and then market the steamy video as "The Falena Scandal". And so, the crew recorded every angle of the lovemaking of the two to their own silent jeers. Of course, they made sure not to get detected by anyone. The day of the match. The prince of Falena assured himself that a shot or two of Crimson Sky will bring Stahn to his knees; and if the latter somewhat survives, his Sun Nunchaku and anti-fire equipment will definitely seal the deal. Lyon was behind him, cheering on. The bell then rang, signaling the start of the duel. While Stahn rushed for an attempt at a first strike, Frey immediately set off Crimson Sky. The ultimate magic of the Dawn Rune took off a huge chunk of Stahn's HP. The prince, knowing that his first victory is at hand, was about to cast a second serving of Crimson Sky, when... ...the Titantron(TM) suddenly displayed an advertisement for "The Falena Scandal", with the song "The One You Love" by Glen Frey (a.k.a. "The Sex Anthem" due to the sex-inducing sax) in the background. The first thing that went to Frey and Lyon upon seeing the ad was "WHAT THE HECK?! WE WERE BEING USED FOR A SEX VIDEO?! WHOEVER MUST'VE DONE THIS INVASION OF PRIVACY MUST PAY!" As a result, they both went berserk. The prince then went to whacking down a distracted Stahn, leading him to victory. After the official declaration of his victory, he and Lyon then rushed towards the inner halls of the arena, still berserk, trying to find and bring to justice the perpetrators of the "scandal". And you all know what happened afterwards. Zidane was spared, though. Moral of the story: Never mess with berserk Suikoden characters, especially when they are the targets of a sex video. Freyjadour Falenas: 46 
Freya Crescent vs Rune Walsh
superaielman Rune twitched and stirred. Everything was a blur. Where was Alys? ... No. That was another world, another time. He was part of the DL. Where was everyone though? Rune was tucked into a large bed. A green haired girl stood next to a red haired boy with a rather excited look on his face. "Rune! Rune's awake! We thought you were done for there!" Rune groaned. Huh, Freya? That sounded familiar.. Then he remembered. It was going to be an extremely close fight no matter what. Freya was as good as dead if Rune got off a Negatis, and would be wishing for death if the Burmecian Lancer got her hands on him. Dreamboat, was he? Rune had prepared well for this fight though, opting to drop his shields and wear the lighest possible robe. It would grant him a split second at most of extra speed, but it's all he needed to take out Freya. All was going according to plan, until a shriek from somewhere on his half of the arena erupted. "Good luck, Rune!" Justin. Of course. Rune gronaed again, trying to supress the memories rushing back into his head. No luck. The words had merely been a split second distraction. Barely enough to make Rune flinch. But a split second is far longer than he had to spare. Luna. Freya closing in, while Rune ineffectively attacking with his bare fists. The fight ending. Losing. Freya dragging him towards fates best left unmentioned. Justin coming in and nearly splitting Freya in half with a Midair cut from behind. Feena stopping time and half carrying, half dragging him out of the arena. Passing out. Then darkness. Rune's hands twitched. He was -so- tempted to use the last of energy to blast Justin into next week. But he couldn't. In spite of probably costing him the match, he did save him from that horrible fate with Freya. Besides, Feena was eyeing him. Rune had no doubt that the End of the World awaited him if he so much as looked like he was preparing a spell. No matter. He could bide his time and wait. A mere beating wasn't going to keep Rune down for long. Freya Crescent: 43 
Silmeria Valkyrie vs Sierra Mikain
SageAcrin A moment of safety, in the life of the Duelling League? Perhaps. Zidane was in a match against Natalia. Sten had disappeared recently, evidently in hiding for some reason... All of the crass perverts had left. And, of course, the refined perverts had a simple modicum of sense. So it would be a nice, peaceful match, like many between two women, recently. After all, when your opponents have plot powers consisting of a True Rune and being a Goddess, you avoid ticking them off. --- "Unless you can get away with it without getting caught." Edge noted. "Yeah, right, you, pull something off without getting caught. Right, Edge." Yuri answered, with a laugh. "Hey, I'm a ninja!" "...your idea of secrecy is firing a cannon at things." "They still haven't traced the Creamonade, either." "Because Lexis dredged up a cloaking device from god-knows-where and the people nerdy enough to figure out where it is from trajectory don't care." "So!?" Edge said, annoyed. "It's still secret!" "Edge...everyone...knows it's us that fires that. Watch." Yuri pulled open the door to his room, hauled someone out of the hallway, and pulled a confused Kenji into the room. "...oops, um, excuse me." Yuri said distractedly, as he shoved Kenji back out. "He knows about nothing besides exercise, doesn't count." Yuri tried again, pulling in a confused May(And nearly crushing himself against a wall, as he attempted to wrestle with a centaur.). "Do you know who fires the Creamonade?" "Um...you?" "See? And she's ditzy." "Hey!" "Thanks." Yuri said, as he turned back to Edge, leaving a annoyed May to huff to herself before leaving. "Seriously, one of the most stealthy moments you've had involved trying to kill Piastol with a giant robot. It at least took people a while to realize who the pilot was. Give it up." "Hah! I'll show you! My ninjit...ninjis...ninja skills are unparalelled!" "...you...you can't even pronounce your abilities right?" "...Shut up. Mark my words! I will have those two embaressed and cold or my name's not Edge Eblan, and no one will ever be the wiser!" "...okay..." Yuri shook his head. --- Sierra was puzzled. Her rune kept sending her a dire warning, a sense of forboding. What could this be? Was it just a warning that she would soon be combating a goddess? But it didn't feel that way... Indeed, her rune's warnings only served as a distraction. She never even noticed the fine powder, drifting onto her clothes, as she walked through a doorway. --- Silmeria, similarly, had a feeling of forboding. Well trained to trust her combat instincts, she had been looking over her shoulder, in dark corners, on ceilings... Still, when a drainage grate suddenly puffed gritty dust up onto her, she was annoyed, but never thought anything of it. Why should she? It was just dust. She had a match to go to. --- A gong rang. The match had started. Sierra took a deep breath, and prepared her rune. Silmeria lifted her bow, and aimed. A shadow flickered across the field. And then the water fell. A massive, crashing tidal wave slashed across the arena. Unto it's self, this distracting, painful attack would have been embarressing enough. But as Sierra and Silmeria's clothes began to fizzle and melt, they realized something was badly wrong. Sierra, her dress melting, simply smiled. She'd been given an edge. "Silly, prissy goddess." She noted, as Silmeria blushed furiously and started to cover herself. Shifting her focus, she held up her Darkness Rune... And cloaked herself in darkness, leaving only her head visible. "A simple plot power, one that won't effect the fight, is clearly legal. What do you have to deal with this, though?" Silmeria, blushing furiously, took up her bow. She wouldn't lose that easily! Sadly for her, she couldn't concentrate on her aim, like this... --- "...I'll be damned." Yuri said, as he (rather eagerly) watched the fight, and, ultimately, Silmeria's humiliating defeat. "He really did do it." "See!?" Edge yelled, as he rushed up to Yuri. "See!? See!? I told you I could pull it off without anyone catching me!" He yelled, oblivious to the several hundred people staring curiously at him. "And you said I couldn't do anything secretly! Hah!" Yuri stared blankly at Edge for a moment. Then he slapped his forehead. Silmeria Valkyrie: 27
Tristan Zenobia vs Viki
SageAcrin Ahhh, Viki. Winning her way up to Middle with her teleportation abilities. She's used them some...eight or nine times now, counting the pools, hasn't she? ...Wait, then, that means she's about due for... --- "...Hey! Where am I?" Viki said, confused. "I was fighting, and then..." "Orbiting Satellite Zelan." Demi answered cheerily. "I've honestly been wondering when you'd show up." --- Tristan, confused, stared blankly at the empty arena. Well, not all wins have to be hard. Tristan Zenobia: 35 
Colm vs Minsc
AndrewRogue The fight had pretty much been going as expected. It was barely five minutes in, and already poor Colm had fallen into the grips of Minsc’s mighty berserker rage. “You had best cry uncle, you stinkin’ thief, or I’m going to turn you into a pretzel!” the giant man bellowed, squeezing the slim man in his gorilla like arms, crushing him against his plate mail armor. “Squeak!” Boo added, presumably supplementing the ranger’s threat. “I… think… I would… if you… let go…” Colm gasped, struggling to writhe free. “Argh… I… really… liked… my spine…” He struggled to at least get his knife somewhere where he could stab the man. Of course, those efforts stopped short as Minsc somehow managed to squeeze harder, illiciting a cry of pain. “I’m… gonna… die…” It was lucky for him that Neimi was sitting so close to the arena, watching her beloved in action. Watching as his body bent at awkward angles in the arms of the strongman, it was no wonder she could barely contain herself, tears streaming down as she began to bawl. “Please, stop hurting Colm!” Shocked at the sound of the young woman’s voice, Minsc dropped the thief, the fall temporarily stunning Colm. “Boo, what have we done?” Minsc bellowed, looking out on the poor pink haired girl in the audience. “We… we have made this innocent girl cry great big tears by crushing this thief. What have we done, Boo?” “Squeak!” “You are right, Boo!” Minsc said, pulling himself upright, his expression contorted with the sorrow that only the loopy ranger could feel. “Be not sad, girl, for Boo is right! I cannot win if it would make an innocent girl cry tears girly tears! My goodness demands it!” Colm couldn’t believe it from his vantage point on the floor, especially as the man and his hamster left the arena, holding back (righteous?) tears of his own. He’d… won? Despite the fact that the crazy bastard had been beating him stupid? All because of the cry baby had… well… cried? Waiting slowly for his breath to come back, he let a small smile flit across his lips. He’d have to do something nice for her. Colm: 25 CO Raven
Natalia Luzu Kimlasca-Lanvaldear vs Zidane Tribal
Moonlight Bomber Zidane never knew that his crew was involved in the making of "The Falena Scandal". All he thought was winning this match as a means of redemption from his lecherous ways. And so, when he finally came face-to-face with Natalia, the first thing in his mind: Soul, Blade. He activated that skill, and the princess was reduced to the size of Thumbelina. He was about to score the winning blow when... Edge came to the ringside from out of nowhere and shouted, "Hey, monkey boy! I heard your crew was badly beat up because they allegedly made a sex video involving a prince and his female bodyguard!" Zidane reacted, "WHAT?! Why the heck would they do that after I lectured them time and again to follow my example and cut down on horniness?!" Due to his rage, he immediately went to Trance mode and finally subdued a struggling, mini-sized Natalia with his Grand Lethal. His victory was then declared, and later he found his crew in the infirmary, all wrapped in bandages. Oh, the pain of someone who is changing his attitude while his homies do not. Natalia Luzu Kimlasca-Lanvaldear: 20 
Mishaela vs Robo
SageAcrin Woman vs machine. Technological wonder vs powerful magician. An old world against a new one. Normally, the old world wins, doesn't it? ... Especially when the new world sucks at taking magical damage, doesn't it? ... Of course, sometimes, being of too old of a world has it's disadvantages. --- Robo signs. Robo flags. People cheering Robo's name. Mishaela stared out at the crowd. All of them calling for Robo. Prometheus. R-66Y. Many names. The same person. With a glimmer in her eyes, she knew what she must do. Ultimately, her lightning-blast rampage into the crowd... wasn't too hard to put down; She was only a Middle after all. And it did cost her the match. But it made her feel better. Mishaela: 20
Mullen vs Irvine Kinneas
superaielman "A sniper. A man who's job is to kill from afar. Cold and effective, this warrior lives and breathes battle. Nothing can shake it. Nothing can stop it.And that's why Irvine Kinneas is to be the next member of the Norgard defense force." "Hehe! Perfect, Lord Vaynard! Irvine's much better than that lamer Zemeckis! How dare he shoot me. Why I'll just have to pout about it, which reminds me of the day after senior prom.." "...AHEM, FAIRIE." "Right, right! Anyway, I rigged up a viewscreen to follow the action. Oooh, Irvine fires at Mullen. Mullen stabs Irvine. Huh, that's odd. Irvine's curling up into a ball and sobbing. Weird, looks like Mullen wins!" "..Vaynard?" "Yes, Guinglain?" "We're really going to accept a loser who just lost to a Grandia boss into the NDF?" "Yes, Guinglain. So what if he came up a bit short? That steely resolve! Those bright eyes! That outfit! He'll fight right in with us here." "..Sigh." "Hehehe! This is perfect! Now if we can just get Duran to stop being so mopey and dress up like a construction worker.." Mullen: 33 
Elric vs Gabocha
SageAcrin Elric. Noble elf. Facing a small, anthropomorphic puppy. Such a mismatch. Many an elf would have become overly haughty and held back, taunting their pitiful opponent. But not Elric. He would give his opponent the respect of the very highest Light. He would not fall into that trap. --- Gabocha stared down blankly at the pair of arrows in his shoulder. Then fainted. Elric stood still, stunned. He'd done such a good job of convincing himself that Gabocha would be a worthy opponent, that he'd double criticaled him. Such a quick conclusion stopped him in his tracks, for a moment. In fact, he was so stunned that he didn't even think to dodge the stone that smashed into his forehead, knocking him cold. Ultimately, the judges decided in Gabocha's favor-after all, his attack clearly had been launched first, or he never would have gotten it off. Besides, he's cuter. And, with Duelling League judges, you know that's probably the bigger factor. Elric: 23 
Yumei vs Tim Rhymeless
Taishyr "Attention: The marriage of Tim Rhymeless and Yumei will take place after she's done Frigiding Damsel his corpse right in the middle of the nave. Thank you." "Attention: No, Brad, you may -NOT- shoot the... Brad, stop shooting the chandeliers in order to try an- LENNETH, STOP THAT. Yes, you. There aren't any other Lenneths here, are- CECILIA! STOP KNOCKING PEOPLE OUT WHILE I'M TALKING TO THEM!" "ALL YOU IDIOTS, SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP! I, THE SPACE POPE, AM NOT MANAGING THIS MARRIAGE JUST BECAUSE I HAVE SHINY CREDENTIALS! I CAN IMPLODE YOUR FACES! Do not test me." "Thank you. Someone resurrect the couple while I sort this out. Odin, you gave the idea to Frigid Damsel Tim once in retaliation for picking her up in his arms and carting her out of the arena, making sure she was the first one out. Right? Right- no, no justification! I don't want excuses, I want this mess cleaned up!" "And Arnaud. You decided that making her duplicate all her actions with an 'experimental' spell might be funny for prolonged kisses. Well, now you see where foolery gets you." "Well, the marriage is ruined, and apparently they have to be taken to the hospital. If they wish to continue with the marriage, I'll do it there. None of you are invited." Yumei: 12 
Leon Geeste vs Tony
Tylor H Sure, Tony's consistantly been beaten down by a foursome of annoyingly idealistic brats. But only the one of them has ever had the gall to consider himself smarter than Tony. And he was just some useless whelp that noone took seriously. But now? Now he's up against a kid as annoyingly smug as Jude, but not because of any youthful idealism, but because you're obviously some mental reject compared to him if you don't get his technobabble (and really, the only ones who'd claim to get Leon's technobabble are the really smart types who refuse to admit that they can't understand something that sounds intelligent). And that, sadly, will be the final straw. Because the one last shred of pride Tony had left was his brains. His ability to be a leader of men, to devise strategies of import, and to see the big picture. And now even that is being taken away. And if there's one cardinal rule of RPGs, it's that when the last light of hope is winking out, that's when you pull out the unstoppable killing rampage of doom. Oddly enough, Causing Gore Above and Beyond the Call of Duty While on Public Relations Arena Combat is an Army offense punishable by demotion. Leon Geeste: 26 Lezard Valeth
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