Berle: 7
Kuja: 4

Dark Holy Elf
Kuja was perplexed. Very perplexed. He'd faced powerful opponents in the past, of course... The Seeker of Power, whose fists were weapons as punishing as any Shock or Ark summon Kuja had ever felt. The Sinistral of Terror, capable of reflecting any attacks back at the attacker. The Queen of the Enlightened Ones, master of HP and MP destruction. And Choko, a nice little girl who'd turned out to be one of the most frightening combinations of speed, power, and magic the Genome had ever seen.

But Berle was a completely different problem. As the Wise Man put up his trademark Meta-Guard, Kuja worried how he'd win this... he could try healing, but Berle's physical attacks were known to be terrifying, and Kuja's MP was not infinite regardless. What could he do?

His train of thought was rudely distracted as Berle hit him a Meta-Cancellation combo. "Ow! You little freak, how dare you attack me!" screamed Kuja.

"Little?" Berle snorted. "And freak? You're one to talk, thong-boy."

"Thong-boy? Well, excuse me if I have some fashion sense, unlike you, weighed down in all that heavy armour..." Kuja stopped a moment. Then it hit him. "Heh. It seems I've been getting my panties in a knot for no reason-"

Berle sweatdropped.

Kuja misinterpreted this as fear, although it didn't matter in the end. "Well, armour-boy," smirked the Genome. "Catch me if you can!" And with that, he flew to the other side of the ring.

"Come back here!" yelled the Wise Man, chasing. But it was no use; he couldn't keep up with his flying opponent. After several hours of Berle chasing Kuja all over the arena, much to the displeasure of the fans, Berle finally slumped to the ground in exhaustion.

Kuja alighted on the ground. "My, my. Tired, are we? But I'm just getting started..."

In his defenceless state, Berle could neither re-cast Meta-Guard, nor stop Kuja's casting of Flare from blasting him out of the ring.

Sundletan@hotmail.com
I don't know how Berle should be considered. Bah. I just woted for Kuja, he seems to have the edge here.

Menardi vs Maxim

Menardi: 7
Maxim: 2

Myria vs Arc Eda Ricolne
Sundletan@hotmail.com
Arc simply doesn't have enough MP.

Myria: 7
Arc Eda Ricolne: 1

Adel vs Solo
ANONYMOUS
Adel is pure magic, with the exception of her "Drain Rinoa" attack, which s/he won't be able to do here. Solo has the spell Fendspell, which blocks all magical spells directed at him, except his own. Pure Magic Opponent + One casting of Fendspell=Victory for Solo.

Adel: 3
Solo: 6

Liete vs Todd Dukakis
RC
After the match was over, Todd was mourning his beloved afro. First it had been crushed into a cube with Enclose, and then set on fire with DragonZap. "I sure hope that THIS coloured her tablet red," he sniffed.

Liete: 5
Todd Dukakis: 3

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Just like to mention that Todd also boasts Divide Shot (50% damage to target's current HP) along with Psycho Crack.

Dario vs Luc
Dark Holy Elf
Luc, in a brilliant move, opened not with his True Wind Rune, but with Pale Palace. The Water Dragon summon forced Dario to counter with Weaken. Lowering Luc's physical attack power.

Luc smiled. That attack meant nothing to him, and he'd just sealed off Dario's dreaded dark-typed physical attacks. "So," he said sarcastically. "What are you going to do to me? Attack with Fire magic?"

"No," said Dario, as he cast Strengthen on himself.

Luc cursed himself for not remembering all the Red elements shortly before Dario's regular attack dispatched him in one swing.

Dario: 8
Luc: 1

Alena vs Alhazad
Zenthor
Alhazad sneered over the Santeemian Princess. "You may have had a hand in defeating the Ruler of Evil, little girl, but you are worthless alone, much less against the third greatest of the Quarter Knights!" he gloated for the better part of an hour, going on and on about how great he is, and how insulted he is to be placed any lower than Godlike. There was something strange about his voice, though... it sounded almost... musical. His voice sounded as if it were being played by a miniature orchestra hiding in his throat. Alena yawned. She quickly shook her head.
"What are you trying to do to me?! Put me to sleep? Not going to happen!"
Alhazad stopped his ranting. "Put you to sleep, no, no... just bring you into a half asleep state."
Alena blinked. "What? And slow me down? Again, not going to happen. Now, you die for your foolishness!" She quickly took off her earrings and tossed them at Alhazad. Before they got near him, he put up his defences, he was sure to deflect them. However, both of them were aimed at Alhazad's only weak spot, his throat. When the two stilettos thudded into his throat, his grey, metallic blood began to drip from the wounds. The demon coughed, shooting the earrings back at Alena, who caught them with no damage to herself.
"You.. little.. WITCH!" Alhazad coughed out, trying to stop the bleeding. "How... dare... yo---UK!" His sentence was cut off by the two stiletto earrings being thrown again, this time, both piercing into his brain. The demon toppled over. Alena quickly collected the earrings and wiped the blood off on the demon's robe.
"Alena has defeated her opponent!" the announcer blared from the speakers surrounding the arena. "Now, for her real opponent, Necrosaro! ..Huh? Where's Necrosaro?" The announcer laughed. "Just kidding folks. Alena advanc--UK!" the announcer toppled over in the announcers booth, after two stiletto earrings slammed into his forehead. As the announcer fell, a very angry princess could be heard shouting "BAD JOKE!"

Alena: 4
Alhazad: 3

Mystina vs Ramsus, Kahran
Dark Holy Elf
"Let's make this sporting," said Ramsus to his opponent before the match. "I'll allow you to use Wait Reaction, even though it's against the rules. I know it's how you Valkyrie Profile mages prefer to fight."

Mystina took this angrilly, but practically. "I don't need the help, you arrogant jerk!" she yelled at the Perfect Human. "But... it's not like me to not take advantage of anything I can. Including your lack of respect for me."

Ramsus nodded, and the fight began.

The Solarian general had the first strike of course, hitting Mystina with a deft series of sword slashes. Mystina responded angrilly with Sacred Javelin, which dropped Ramsus to his knees.

"You're good," he muttered. "Thank Deus you have that charge time..."

Mystina smiled. "Bet you regret giving me this, now, don't you?" And she sent her bat familiar flying at Ramsus as her Wait Reaction kicked in.

"Actually..." said Ramsus, instinctively setting Mirror Stance, then countering Mystina's physical attack by cutting her in two.

"... No."

Mystina: 5
Ramsus, Kahran: 6

Sundletan@hotmail.com
Mystina is a VP mage. Enough said.

Tifa Lockheart vs Spar
RC
Tifa's Limits would be frightening... assuming that Spar didn't use Pwr-Down and Def-Down on Tifa, and Def-Up, Shield, and Atk-Up on himself. Thanks to his Cure 2, he healed the damages she was inflicting during that, and then managed to kill her before she got access to anything good. Don't mess with circus folk.

Tifa Lockheart: 5
Spar: 6

Sundletan@hotmail.com
Spar isn't strong enough to lose turns casting status spells; he should be in light.

Antenora vs Milda
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Nothing to add to what has already been said. Antenora.

Antenora: 6
Milda: 1

Shana vs Samus
Dark Holy Elf
As the match began, Shana looked ready to cry. And it was more than just a look after she was struck by Samus' opening physical attack.

"Help me, Dart!" wailed Shana. "I can't damage him, and he's hurting me!"

"Um... that means you're going to lose, doesn't it?" said Dart from the stands. Rose let out an exasperated sigh beside him.

"Should we tell her?" asked Miranda.

"Yes," said Lavitz. "It's the right thing to do."

"I was afraid you'd say that," the older White Silver Dragoon replied. "Shana! Listen to me, you idiot girl!"

"She called me an idiot!" cried Shana.

"Nobody thinks you're an idiot, Shana," said Dart.

"Actually..." came several voices.

"Oh, shut up!" Miranda butted in. "Shana, you have an attack called White Silver Dragon. Use it!"

"I never used that attack!" yelled Shana.

"It doesn't matter," said Rose. "You're allowed to use it, by the rules. Though, for the record, I take that fact as proof that fate hates us."

"Oh," said Shana. As Samus rushed towards her for his second attack, she transformed into Dragoon, and one summon later, Samus' smoking body slumped to the arena floor.

"I won!" yelled Shana. "I won! Look at me, Dart, I won!"

"You realise," muttered Haschel. "That we're going to have to put up with this every week for the rest of this tournament, right?"

"Don't rub it in," muttered Miranda, wondering why she couldn't have drawn an easy opponent like her much less bright White Silver counterpart.

Shana: 5
Samus: 3

Aeris Gainsborough vs Palmer
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Palmer and Aeris trade shot and thwack for many hours before Aeris had to heal... this was repeated for many weeks when finally Aeris had Palmer to low HP. "Now it's time for my trump card." Palmer was then hit by a truck and when he got up his injuries were gone. "Sucka Foo, you lose." Aeris dies now due to lack of mana.

Aeris Gainsborough: 7
Palmer: 8

AAA
Palmer quickly finished his cup of tea and lard, as he was due for his match against Aerith, the Ancient formely held in captivity by his employers. As Palmer Waddled to the arena, he checked once more to make sure his Mako Gun was in tip top shape. As the match began, he quickly ran out of breath trying to avoid the staffing of the fiesty matyr. "Must..cut..down..on...lard.." he huffed, skirting another blast and countering with a quick shot of Mako. Aeris seemed winded, so he continued the assualt. [Victory is mine!] he thought, as Aeris's health was halfway diminished.

You can imagine his surprise when she stood up, fully healed after using her Healing Wind limit. Almost out of breath and HP, Palmer decided to run away. Making a rude guesture, he quickly ran away, to what he thought was safety..

Dark Holy Elf
Aeris drives a truck into the arena. Palmer gives a yelp of pure terror, and flees.

Aeris gets out of the truck right before reaching the edge of the ring, walks in, and is named the winner by default.

Rena Lanford vs Brey
RC
Rena and Brey seem similar on the surface, since both are nice mages. There is one difference, though. Brey's strength sucks more than Rena's. Thus, Rena wins it in a battle of attrition.

Rena Lanford: 7
Brey: 1

Jaro vs Gobi
RC
Really, it doesn't matter what Jaro has, how strong he is, or anything. For one simple fact: Gobi is not in water. Gobi -middling spells = mundane. And Jaro is still better than that.

Jaro: 8
Gobi: 0

Jean vs Jogurt
metroid composite
*Jogurt attacks Jean for ONE whole point of damage*

Jean : Ha, is that the best you can do?!

Jogurt : ...What did you say!?

Jean : You cannot use your full power because you suck ass. Gobi died praying for water. Jogurt! What about you? If you use the true power of the Jogurt Helmet, the blood of heroes, will be on your own hands. I live only for my cooking. Even wearing the Jogurt Helmet, your suckitude shall prove to be your downfall.

Jogurt : No. I will not fail!

Jean : You have already failed!

Jogurt : Never!

And to everyone's surprise, a black aura began to glow around Jogurt, and a giant ball of energy descended from the sky blowing up the entire solar system (Jogurt included). Lenneth, having used such powers herself, was naturally flying in deep orbit as soon as she realized what was about to happen. She promptly recreated the RPGDL solar system and then returned to the arena hopeing to find a victor.

Lenneth: So...who died first?

but Lezard interrupted

Lezard: That little brat! I've only got 6 more Philosopher's stones left, and I can't keep sacrificing these things to save myself every time someone goes on an appocalyptic binge.

Jogurt: But...did you see it? It was all sparkly and bright and shiny!

Lezard: Shut up you little rodent! I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you're disqualified for that stunt, and I think you'll find that I have a great deal of political influence.

Jean: 9
Jogurt: 3

Sundletan@hotmail.com
Jean. I don't have anything special to say. ~_~

The Twilight Zone
~RC

RC
Whenever cast my spells
In the arena, on my own
Whenever said my Draw
Wishing they were Ultima
I saw you smiling at me
Was it real or just my fantasy?
You'd always be there in the corner
Of this tiny little fight

My last match here with you
Same old spells, just once more
My last match here with you?
Maybe yes, maybe no
I kind of liked it your way
How you shyly placed attacks on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?

Ifalna, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're always hurt
As if you're never win
Shall I be the one for you
Who Limits you softly but sure
If frown is shown then
I will know that you are no winner

So let me Draw from you
Close as I want to be
Close enough for me
To feel your heart beating fast
And stay there as I Aura
How I love your fainted eyes on me
Did you ever know
That I had mine on you?

Silmeria, share with me
Your strength if you have enough
Nibelung if you're holding back
Or Guts if that's what it is
How can I let you know
I'm more than the dress and the voice
Just reach me out then
You will know that I am all junctioned

Losers, so there you are
With that look on your face
As if you're really hurt
As if you're out and down
Shall I be the one for you
Who pinches you softly but sure
If frown is shown then I will know
that you are no winner

Silmeria: 2
Julia: 4
Ifalna: 3