|
Taishyr The fight between these two old rivals was bitter and prolonged; Ellen's Persona constantly raising walls that Myria, inexorably, tore down. Slowly, however, both fighters began to fade; Ellen's exhaustion was pronounced on her face, and Myria's attacks were more tenative and probing. Ellen, however, was the first to stop the games. Myria looked up with a grin. "See, girl, you could not best me a second time! You should have joined with me instead of continuing like this..." Ellen closed her eyes, before muttering, "So you did forget..." "Forget what, my dear? I assure you I have not forgot the shame of that loss-" "Light All." And as Myria's flesh burned away under this final attack, she found herself cursing that blasted Persona user again... Myria: 18 Barubary
Gatewalker Setzer looked from Empyrea to Tibarn and back again. The Laguz king was definately smiling, and Empyrea also seemed quite pleased with herself, though it was a bit harder to tell. "You two are nuts, you know that?" Tibarn laughed, "Yeah, probably. So are you up for it or what?" With a snort, the gambler shrugged, "Sure I am. But I'll have to call in a lot of favors to set this up. You owe me, both of you. And it's not my fault if you get hurt." The godbird nodded, "Of course. But you need not worry for our safety." "I'll get things ready then. You two just make sure you're ready for this, it's gonna be wild." - - - Throwing his head back, Tibarn let out a laugh, "Wild, huh? You weren't kidding. Aerial mines, flying monsters, enemy ships...hey is that the Little Jack over there? Hell, you even got Luc to set up wind hazards." Setzer shrugged, "I take it you're satisfied?" Cracking his knuckles, Tibarn shifted into his massive hawk form, "This is just the way I like it. The greatest aerial obstacle course ever made, and who better to fly it then the king of hawks and the one called Godbird?" A familiar voice chuckled, catching Tibarn's attention, and a moment later the Raven King stepped into view, "Oh, I can think of someone more worthy, but somehow I doubt you'd agree with me." Ignoring his counterpart's barb, Tibarn turned his eye on Setzer, "What's he doing here?" The gambler grinned, "Naesala's here to fly along with the two of you and make sure everything stays above the board. No interference, on either side." Empyrea cocked her head to the side, "You're asking a known cheater to prevent cheating?" "Who better? He knows every dirty trick in the book and more then a few that never got written down. If anyone can slip something past him, I'll eat my own socks." Tibarn scowled, "And if he interferes at all himself, I'll force feed you your own feet." Turning his attention away from Setzer and Naesala, he moved to stand next to Empyrea at the starting line, "Let's get this started already." Making sure both contestants, and the observer, were ready to take off, Setzer fired the starting pistol, and was promptly blown off his feet by the back draft from three powerful avians taking wing at once. In the air, the two racers were a sight to behold. Empyrea's larger wings let her cover more distance whenever she got some space, but Tibarn's agility was causing him to pull ahead in the denser sections, dodging mines, whirlwinds and attacking monsters, even pulling a few stunts like quickly shifting aside so a diving monster went headfirst into a mine or wind trap. Indeed, by the time he made it out of the minefield, Tibarn had such a lead that it seemed he would have no trouble winning this match in style. But the last stretch was the Gauntlet, airships of all kinds lined up and unloading their weapons at the mighty birds. Tibarn was fast, and had the skill to dodge nearly anything. Bullets flew past his twisting form while lasers and mightier weapons like the infamous Harpoon Cannon were expertly dodged. Tibarn was certainly living up to his reputation, barely an attack was touching him and still he moved forward, ever closer to the finishing line... But then Empyrea finally made it out of the minefield. Quickly taking a moment to let the sun reflect off her magnificent feathers, she aimed the dazzling light right into the eyes of the men on the airships she deemed the most dangerous, completely wrecking their chances of hitting anything moving fast. And then she started flying. Unlike her opponent, Empyrea did not twirl, juke, shift or even bother with dodging of any kind. She flew straight through the bullet field, letting the hail of attacks hit her, and simply ignoring them. Tibarn, still ahead, slid out of the way of another laser blast as he caught sight of Empyrea catching up to him. Putting on speed he pushed forward, determined to win. Another dodge and look back, and he saw her even closer. She was unfazed by the attacks he had to dodge. She just kept moving, closer and closer as she gained inertia. The Hawk king clenched his beak and powered forward himself, no longer trying to dodge the attacks coming his way, simply trying to outrun them. He knew he wasn't as tough as his opponent, but he also knew that if he kept with what he was doing, she would overtake him. This was his only change, he just had to fly through the pain. The bullets flew. The lasers burned through the air. Explosions from heavy shells sent shockwaves through the open air, but the two birds flew through it all. Every bullet that landed, every explosion he flew through, slowed Tibarn down. He was losing ground and bleeding from a dozen wounds. Empyrea, silently staring forward, only gained speed. Nothing seemed capable of stopping her. Even before she finally passed him, not ten meters from the finish line, he knew he was beaten. Touching down on the deck of the Falcon only seconds before Tibarn came crashing onto the ship, Empyrea finally allowed herself to feel the pain of what she'd just gone through, and promptly blacked out. Looking at the two unconscious birds on her ship, Terra got her healing spells ready and went to work, "I think Setzer went a little too far with this one..." A sigh and a laugh caught her attention as Naesala, who had flown over all of the hazards, set foot on the deck. "My dear lady, I don't think you understand at all. This is exactly what they, well Tibarn at least, wanted. We are kings of a race where the strongest rule. There is so very little that can push the likes of us to our limits anymore, and anything we find that can is something to be quite excited about. I've little doubt he'll be talking to your friend about doing this again sometime. For him, expending all your strength and still falling short of the mark is a day to be remembered, and a challenge to be overcome." A smile crossed the raven king's face as he turned away, "Perhaps next time I'll have the change to show these two how it's done." Tibarn: 13 Gatewalker Elc came into battle prepared. He had his Bravery Wings and Magic Canceller firmly equipped, his weapon at the ready, and his mind focused. He was here to win. He came in with his A game, and he wasn't leaving without a victory. Deis came in topless. Unfortunately for Elc, the three seconds it took him to stop staring at Deis's chest and get his mind back in the game was all the time it took her to cast Death, which put him straight out of the game in one fell swoop. It wasn't entirely a loss though. When he came to, he found that Deis had left him a card with her phone number on it. The real problem was trying to decide whether or not to call... Elc: 16 Joou Ranbu This could've been a normal match. This could've been a simple slugfest between a demon overlord and an eight-armed cameraman/warrior/punching bag. However, Behind The Scenes doesn't believe in normal. For such, they held up a bet amongst themselves (of course, behind Gilgamesh's back) and bribed a few judges to make the match between him and Zenon a barbershop quartet contest. Of course, they didn't expect Gilgamesh to actually have the voice of a baritone and the fine musical sense of a maestro, which surprised them to no end. However, Zenon, not nearly as musically blessed, didn't take this so well, blowing up the entire arena out of frustration. The judges were forced to give him the win in that case, since Gilgamesh's body was a wee bit too mangled to build back in time for finishing the contest. None of this really matter, though. The most important thing is that Chisato and Nate are about 1,000 zenny richer than yesterday from this. Nobody said it wasn't a petty bet. Zenon: 27 superaielman Two older men bent on domianting the world with their cute, light haired assistants at their side. Both with giant swords, evil goatees, and with plans to betray their former friends. Only one has the brains to hire an even tempered minion. When Legretta blatantly made a pass at Galcian and tried to recruit him to General Grants's side, you can imagine the bloody slaughter Ramirez inflicted. Well, tried to inflict. For once the judges were honest (Fou-Lu) and had a grudge to settle with idiotic prettyboys wielding swords and interfering in matches. The end result was Ramirez scraped off the arena floor and Legretta scoring a win over a distracted Galcian. Ramirez did not get a gold star for his taunt of "Well, I dare you to become the Infinity Dragon!", though Psyduck was reported to have clutched his head and wandered around after hearing Ramirez relate the story in the DL hospital. (For some reason, if you piss off Fou-Lu you end up in the NR Light recovery rooms. Funny that.) Galcian: 12 superaielman One slice. Blood is drawn. Two slices, and Millenia's life blood spills onto the floor. Marisa only gets two slices. While Millenia may be near death, she sure ain't dead. A spellbinding Eye and chain of savage Valmar fueled attacks made that a very clear point. Letting the Wings of Valmar get a turn is asking to die, no matter how evasive you are. Marisa: 12 Taishyr Both duelers sent proxies to the match. Maxim sent Selan, quite the capable fighter in her own right. Geshp, anticipating this development, sent Sarah. Maxim's still furious that they eloped together and didn't bring him along. Geshp is on the record as saying that Maxim "seems to have missed the lack of a point". Geshp: 26 Gatewalker A demonic Quarter Knight against a divine Sky Knight. This match was being talked about days before it happened, and garnering far more attention then Fenril expected, not that she minded the fan turnout, of course. Standing opposite the mighty Berserk(or Belselk, or whatever he was going by that given day), she raised the Brunhild in a salute to her opponent, while Berserk merely spat on the ground and sneered at her in return. She could tell he was playing up to the hype, acting more the vile demon then usual. Which suited her just fine, she found herself acting a bit more the noble knight of legend then normal as well. The starting bell was sounded, and Fenril barely had time to blink before a massive spiked ball was flying straight towards her. But her body reacted faster then her mind, bringing up her legendary blade and parrying the boneshattering blow with the strength and speed only a Sky Knight could possess. Berserk's eyes narrowed. He wasn't used to someone just knocking his attack aside like that. Sure, he'd heard these Sky Knights were strong, but he didn't think she'd be strong enough to match muscles with him. Staying on the offensive, he quickly launched another attack, only to see it parried as well. Snarling in frustration, he started attacking faster, snapping in repeated blows with his massive weapon, sure that she couldn't keep up with his furious assault. Staying calm, Fanril kept her guard up, slapping aside attack after attack, not once even stepping forward to try and counter, or even shifting into an offensive stance in the least. She knew she couldn't overpower him, so she kept on the defensive, waiting for her opportunity to out maneuver him to present itself. It came soon. Getting very annoyed with the constant blocking, Berserk got the bright idea to simply put so much force behind a single blow that she'd break her arms trying to parry it. A simple plan, to be sure, but one he knew he had the muscle to execute. Pulling his weapon back in, he began whirling it over his head, picking up speed and force to the point where it became a blur in the air. With an evil sneer, he let it fly, putting every ounce of his strength into this single attack, determined to smash aside her infuriating guard by sheer force. Fenril, who saw this coming a mile away, did not try and parry, but rather quickly sidestepped the attack, letting the ball fly past her, and then swiftly bringing the Brunhild down on the chain with all her strength. Berserk's eyes widened as the chain of his weapon snapped and the head went flying across the arena to smash into the opposite wall. That wasn't what he had planned at all, and now that woman was smiling at him as if she'd planned it all along. The strongest quarter knight was beginning to get really angry. Pointing her sword at him, Fenril couldn't help but smile, "You're disarmed, and don't have any chance of beating me without a weapon. You have to the count of three to surrender before I start cutting you apart. One....two..." She never got to three. Berserk charged. He knew it was a bad idea, but he had a reputation to uphold. He never backed down, never surrendered and never would even think of giving up while there was still fight in him. Besides, there was some small chance to bowl her over and take her sword. It did wonders for Galf's power, maybe it would do the same for another kind of demon? Well, he never got the chance to find that out. True to her promise, Fenril cut the charging Berserk apart rather quickly, then went to go add another victory over Wild Arms to her calendar. She couldn't wait to go tell Fogel, he'd be SO very thrilled. Berserk: 17 Taishyr "A message from Lord Nerg-ASFNIASEG MY SPINE, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SPINE?!" So Nergal actually had to show up instead of locking Jude into a text loop. However, things went quite a bit differently than either fighter anticipated... ----- "So, Yulie." Raquel said, leaning on her sword a bit. "Precisely why is Jude running around hitting people in the head with that vile tome-" "Ereshkigal." Yulie interjected, working with Raquel's hair as she relaxed a bit. "-Ereshkigal and screaming 'A BLESSING FROM LORD NERGAL!' at the top of his lungs?" "My, has he done it to you already?" Yulie giggled, earning a slight glare from Raquel that turned into a sigh. "Twice." "Well, apparently Mr. Nergal thought Jude had some talent as a druid. Jude, being the everlasting optimist..." "Thought he was talking about the caretaker of nature sort of druid." Raquel sighed. "Yep. So this is part of his training." "When will he catch on?" Yulie tilted her head. "Well, I've got bets on five days, Arnaud's insisting it'll take a week, Nils and Ninian both put twenty down on at least a week and a half, and apparently Sephiroth's got it at about a month, with a week taken off each time he hits Ghaleon with it." Raquel turned and stared at Yulie. "We have to get you out of here; you're starting to sound like everyone else." "Mmm. On the other hand, that gypsy girl Jean and Mia have taught me how to style hair wonderfully. Here, look." Raquel glanced in the mirror, then off at Jude 'blessing' Rudy and Cecilia, then back at her hair. "I think we can stay a bit longer in this world. But be careful." Yulie nodded serenely. "Don't worry. I will be." Nergal: 22 Clear Tranquil “Once upon a time there was a noble, a very vain and self indulgent noble. In his sheltered little world he certainly never dreamt of being beaten up by a ruthless combat machine in the form of a cute innocent looking little girl. That was to be his folly for though she was pleasant enough to the eye he was quite certain he was even cuter (but of course!) and thus pulled out a mirror to satisfy himself of this fact. To preen and allow for a moment of self adoration per say. Why what could be the harm? The time was his to expend at leasure, the girl would surely wait until he took a moment to ... Unexpected beating thenfore proceeded. Never underestimate MOMO. Ever. It turns out quite painful” MOMO: 40 Taishyr Lexis took one look at Poco's one man ensemble and ran off back to his lab, suddenly inspired to make a one-man robot band. He's since filed over three thousand new patents Poco, meanwhile, serenaded the crowd with "Millenia's Cacophony In C Sharp Major" and "A Kyogre; Ergo, Y-KA Blues", before leaving to a standing ovation from all watchers. Hey, not every match is dramatic or funny. Poco: 21 Tide Do you know what happens when you tag a wyvern rider with Mini? Zidane doesn’t, but he sure thought it would be his best chance at a victory. This surely couldn't fail. --- “What the heck is he doing, swatting flies?” Duran asked from the judge’s panel as he watched Zidane flail around. His thief sword was too big and inaccurate to bring what looked a small flying speck around him. So instead, he decided to swing his arms instead. “Kind of. He used mini on Jill and now he can’t see where she is”, Squall explained. The entire panel of judges continued to watch as Zidane kept trying to swing at something - looking more and more like an idiot as he was doing it. “…Are we just going to watch him fail - erm, flail around?” Guy finally asked. Zidane started slapping himself at this point. It was very evident he had not expected this to occur. “Well, the match TECHNICALLY isn’t over. But…it’s not like Jill can really finish him. So you know what? Let’s just bet on how long she can annoy Zidane for.” “Loser has to analyze Chrono Cross symbolism and take Brahne out on Thanksgiving?” Guy looked nervously at the other two and frowned. “Can I NOT be part of this?” And it was obvious that he would -have- to. Zidane Tribal: 31 DragonKnight Zero Heroes don't hit senior citizens. It's a violation of the Hero's Code, Section 6, paragraph 25, line 19. Randi, being a reluctant hero, doesn't follow the Hero's Code. Granted, there was also the pep talk Guy and Dekar gave him. And hearing Tellah boasting how he'd "teach that whippersnapper some respect for elders." And hearing his companions gloat about their dueling records. Point being, he's going to fight it out. Popoi mocking him for being as scary as Llewelyn may have been going a bit far though. Having done some homework, Randi knew his only chance lay in landing a critical before Tellah got a spell off. Luck was not with him that day. He attempted a quick swing but instead, as if his sword had a mind of its own, ended up executing a leaping slash. This gave the old sage enough time to scoot out of the way. Here's where Tellah demonstrated that he'd done some homework as well. He smacked Randi with his staff. On the rear end. Randi was stunned. Partly because Tellah had used a physical attack and also because his parents had never spanked him like that. It was only for a few seconds but it was enough for Tellah to finish chanting. Snapping out of his trance, Randi charged Tellah shouting a fierce battle cry of "ribbit." Tellah allowed frog Randi to scamper out of the arena without a further beating. Folks his age avoid unnecessary exertion when possible. Randi: 13 Xeroma The image of Chisato stomping on Asch's face over and over and over is just too horribly amusing. Just saying. Chisato Madison: 32 superaielman Suo's battle preparation was flawless. He trained heavily with Shiho in the art of blind fighting, learning to feel out his foe with his other senses. Imoen had her brother drag Sarevok into the arena. Sarevok, the one who appeared only once in the DL, and beat the living hell out of Jade, then vanished. Suo's fainting was considered unmanly, but no one really blamed him for it, especially when Bhaalspawn came armed. Imoen: 23 Taishyr As with the Geshp vs. Maxim match, both sent in their seconds for the duel. Guile arranged for this, on the principle that Tai Ho, as it stood, would have won the match; plus, Guile had a trump card... Guile sent in Street Fighter Guile as part of the Fighting With Guile club agreement. Tai Ho sent in Akuma, bribing him with a huge fish. Neither Guile stood any chance. Guile: 21 |