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Yuna vs Arc Eda Ricolne
superaielman You have to figure that Arc, while an excellent fighter, doesn't like healers, due to the large amounts of MP that his Invincible spell takes. I bet he likes evasive Aeons with overkill damage and healing even less. Yuna: 32 Mepmep
Songi vs Tir McDohl
Meeplelard Tir entered the arena. It was getting annoying. Again, he draws a boss. Again, someone whose immune to his instant death, and again, it sounds like he got screwed from another good run. Luck just isn't on his side. Despite all this, he decided he might as well see this match through. Next, Songi had entered. However, he decided it'd be best to enter in his own glorious fashion. "And now, in the other corner, once God Like finalist, Songi!" He didn't walk in. No, instead, to get the camera's attention "Hahahahah! Another puny little creature attempts to stop me? I shall just pound you into the dirt with the power of the Sim Seru!" With that, Songi did a very oddly formed flip into the arena, and transformed into his demonic like form "Intimidated, are you kid?" Songi sad, laughing. Tir made a sigh of annoyance. But he kept his cool, like all heros should... The Bell Rang. "Bwahahah! fear the power of my Genocidal Cannon!" with that, Songi fired his Trade Mark attack, after doing many massive flips to get the audience's attention. Tir was knocked back by the attack, but survived, and readied his own trademark attack in Judgement...then suddenly... "Winner, by Ring out...Tir Mcdhol!" "What? What do you mean a ring out? Are you a moron!" Replay showed that not only did Songi flip OUT of the Ring several times during the needless Genocidal Cannon charging phase, but also he landed obviously outside of the ring from the attack, and literally jumped back in. Tir, after coming to terms that he finally WON a fight, after so many losses, walked off puzzled at how someone could be so stupid. Songi: 13 Starphoenix das Helpoemer
Lenneth Valkyrie vs Barubary
Laggy You can roar, spit out your breaths, call down thunder, and smack people with your tail, Barubary, but that doesn't save you from finally hearing the dreaded line that has yet to ever be uttered in the DL arena grounds. "It shall be engraved upon your soul! Divine assault! Nibelung Valesti!" Until now. Lenneth Valkyrie: 37 
Ryu vs Lamington
NeolChandler There is no way Lamington can beat Ryu. Trace + Radience+ infinte = Controllable Kraiser dragon.. nuff said. Ryu: 43 Xeroma
Athos vs Leo
metroidcomposite JUSTICE SHALL PREVAIL! ...but Athos is already on the side of Justice. DISCIPLINE FEELS GOOD! ...but Athos is already a dispenser of discipline to the wicked. It was thus only natural for Leo to forefit his match and offer his sword to the services of Athos. Athos: 33 
Gau vs Max
OblivionKnight You know, this has to be one of the saddest matches ever. No, not for the actual fight, but for the taunts that these two would be screaming: "MR. THOU!" "YYYEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!" "MR. THOU!" "YYYEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!" "MR. THOU!" "YYYEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!" Oi. Despite Max being the superior fighter in this event, him being in any way, shape, or form connected to Farah dooms him to fade into obscurity and never get another shot in the DL again. Pity, too, as Gau should have been drowned at birth, then tossed down a volcano. Gau: 30
Dark Lord Magus
Morte vs Grenseal
OblivionKnight ----Editor's note: this transcript of the Morte vs. Grenseal match, Season Fifteen, Week One, has been edited for your viewing. This match has been rated PG-13, due to suggestive dialogue and adult themes.---- Grenseal, bearer of a powerful rune and one of Tir McDohl's personal servants, stood tall as he walked into the arena. From off in the stands, he could see Alen, Tir, and all his other compatriots cheering for him. On the other side of the arena, Morte, the fast-talking, slam-dancing, wise-cracking skull, floated out from the starting area, amidst an equal amount of cheering from such wise-asses as Rune Walsh, as well as his Behind the Scenes crew members. And so the two stood ( or hovered, in Morte's case ), facing each other, ready for the fight to be called to order. From across the arena, Judge Mills Lane came out, stood between the two, and brought their heads down to his level. "Now," Judge Lane said, "I want a clean fight. No hair-pulling, no jerking off of any sorts. Got it? Good. Let's get it on!" And the fight began! ...well, it wasn't much of a fight. What happened was that Morte, before the fight began, called Grenseal a fu... ----Edit---- "What did you just call me?!" Grenseal yelled at the floating skull, who seemed to be laughing with glee. "What I said, you..." ----Edit---- "Do I make myself clear?" Morte's lower mandible twitched with glee upon finishing his insult. "You...how dare you! I'll destroy you! By the power of Greysku...er...my Thunder Rune, I shall be your end!" "Oooohhhh," Morte cooed, feinging fear, "what are you going to do now? Go home crying to you ga...." ----Edit, again---- "...he is my best friend! Nothing more!" the rage in Grenseal's voice was easily discernable now. "Right, right. That's what I used to say about your moth..." ----EDIT OMG---- "Did you just see that!?" Alen screamed into Judge Lane's ear. "That's illegal! That floating cadaver just bit his ear off!" Judge Lane tilted his head to the side and pondered Alen's words for a few seconds. "I'll allow it!" he yelled. Grenseal, his left hand over the bleeding hole in his head that was once his ear, was furious. "So," he said, "it's come to this. Well, then I'll show you the true power of my Thunder Rune!" With that, Grenseal chanting a couple of words, and the sky began to darken. Glints of light flashed in the stratosphere, and a gigantic bolt of lightning flew down to earth, and struck... ...Grenseal, directly in the head. Unfortunately for him, his rune was affixed to his left hand, due to an unfortuante accident involving his right hand and pe... ---The documenter of this fight has just been fired, due to his own perspective on the match containing R-rated content. We are sorry for this inconcenience.---- ...the lightning flew towards the object Grenseal's palm was facing, which just happened to be his head. Judge Lane looked out over the battlefield for a moment, walked over to Morte, and yelled, "Winner...Morte!" Morte beamed with excitement. "And all I had to do was call him a as..." ----Due to our network having received seven subpoenas for airing this episode, even edited, we have decided to cut our losses and move straight onto the results. We are sorry for the inconvenience, and assure you it will never happen again. I tell ya', these network geeks are real as...----- Morte: 23 
Diekbeck vs Clive Winslett
superaielman Divine Judgment, Divide, Diek's physical.. does it matter here? Clive can barely damage him, even with Galting, and the robot massively outspeeds him. Chalk a win up for the coolest bot in the RPGDL. Diekbeck: 24
Peter vs Florina
Ryu Hayabusa Florina squeals in horror as Peter unleashes his windstorms. Manuevering frantically, Florina barely manages to stay in the air as Peter's attacks force her backwards, towards the edge of the arena where Lyn is watching. "Don't give up, Florina!" Lyn shouts. "You can do it! I believe in you!" "Lyn! I...I can't let her down!" thinks Florina. Now within three spaces of Lyn, Florina gets a stat boost due to their A level support. She twirls her Brave Lance over her head and crashes into Peter, skewering him over and over again. His body falls to the ground in a broken heap, and Florina is declared the winner. As Lyn gives Florina a victory hug, medics rush to Peter's side. But he's already fully healed. "Phoenixes don't need a priest." he quips. "We can revive ourselves!" Peter: 18 
Canas vs Dekar
Laggy As the arena match began, Canas found himself uncomfortably staring up at the rather large, sharp axe wielded by his adversary, who seemed rather all too eager to use it. A scholar of ancient lore such as himself wasn't quite suited to the front lines like this, he idly thought, as he summoned forth dark energies to blast Dekar with his Luna spell. Glyphs hovered in the air and rotated around the Knight of Bound, squarely blasting into his chest with all the might that dark magic could afford. Such was its strength that it'd even ignore the victim's magical defenses in its blow. As painful as the prospect of an axe to the face could be, Canas remained confident. Surely the dark arts would see him through. It was all too surprising to watch Dekar simply barrel his way through the blow, his utter lack of magic defenses making the spell more of a liability than a benefit. A gulp was all he had time for as the blade whistled through the air, about to run him in two. Then Dekar paused. "What's up with that get-up? Are you another one of those magic types?" A familiar deja-vu began to ring in Canas' head as he replied automatically. "Err, well... I do dabble in the dark arts..." "Dark arts? What's that?!" "Ah, well it's quite interesting, really. You see, there are several types of magic in this cosmos. Monks practice light magic, mages practice anima magic, and we shamans practice elder magic, which some call dark!" "Nguuoooohhhh!" An odd feeling began to run up his spine. The similarities were just -far- too striking. Could it be possible...? "W-What's the matter?!" "Nnng. Hard words make my head hurt!" "I-I apologize. Did I use... hard words?" "You callin' me stupid!?" "No, err, I never meant-- No." "Right. Well, that's all right, then. I'm just going to punch that rock over there until my head feels better..." "Righto. Have fun... I guess..." Canas: 25 
Cador vs Hahn Mahlay
Jo ou Ranbu When Cador met Hahn on the arena, he began laughing. He heard that Hahn Mahlay was a skilled mage with many crippling techniques. But he also heard about Hahn's saddening endeavors with Alys Brangwin, which are enough to consider even someone like Laharl a sad loser. When the two duellers met each other, Cador felt the last drop fall: not only Hahn went through shenanigans worthy of a loser, he looked like a loser. And Cador started laughing. And laughing. And laughing. He laughed so much that, when he fell lifelessly on the arena ground, people thought he suffered a heart attack. It was only a good while after the match that someone finally saw a dagger deeply carved into the dark knight's heart. That was the revenge of Hahn. Cador: 8 
Landis vs Poco
superaielman Music is universal. It's gentle tones and rousing sounds have started wars, made people fall in love, and carried histories for scattered peoples. What it doesn't do is stop status attacks from large scythes. Landis: 19
Virginia Maxwell vs Jun
Meeplelard Virginia has an excellent finisher in 10 Shot Gatling Jun has an excellent finisher in Seinko Jin Virginia holds two Guns Jun holds two Swords Virginia hits lots of times with her Finisher JUn hits lots of times with his finisher Virginia high speed and evade Jun does not Match to the Drifter. Virginia Maxwell: 40 
Chaco vs Jaffar
metriodcomposite Chaco is a Thief. Jaffar is a promoted Thief with many starting stats above the Thief stat cap. ...Okay, so that's not how it really works, but in this case the comparison is probably fairly accurate. Chaco: 7 
Porom vs Mia Ausa
Cosmetor Porom and Mia were both feeling pretty confident about their matchup. Porom because her opponent was a pure mage and could be easily shut down; Mia because her opponent was a healing mage with nothing that comes close to decent damage. And when the match finally started, it went something like this. Porom: Before we start fighting, there's something I want you to know. Mia: What's that? Porom: I've been leveling up recently. Mia shrugged and blew herself up with a Flame Bomb spell that hit Porom's Reflect. And then got vaporized by Porom's Holy. The moral of this story: Dropping huge flaming swords on your opponents' heads is one way to get ahead in life, but it's hard to argue with a spell that makes you virtually immune to magic. Unles you have defense-piercing spells or decent physical attacks, which Mia didn't. Porom: 33 
Shir Gold vs Chester
Ryu Hayabusa Poor Shir barely gets a chance to squeak before Chester crashes into her with the force of a pickup truck, running her through and trampling her under his hooves. An honor contingent of hardcore PS2 fans rushes Shir's lifeless body to the Clone labs. "What can I say?" whinnies Chester. "I love to do battle!" Shir Gold: 12
Movies for Gamers who Like Movies: superaielman When's the last time a secret agent man's failed? Nash isn't one to start up bad trends like that, and he's good enough to surpass anyone who tries to stop him. Jet: 5 Balk: 5 Nash: 22 None of them: 13 All of them: 6 Jo ou Ranbu
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