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Ghaleon vs Piastol
Sage Acrin Sparkling lights, surrounding, coelecing, revealing... Ghaleon stood upon a podium, the cheers of his fans practically deafening him. "Ghaleon the Champion!" "Ghaleon, ruler of the Role-Playing Game Duelling League!" "All hail Magic Emperor Ghaleon!" "On behalf of all of the RPGDL, I, Cidolfas Orlandu, declare Ghaleon the third time champion of the Godlike Division, and further declare you to be upgraded to the Divine Class, where you, and you alone, shall reign, the eternal ruler of the RPGDL!" "My lord Ghaleon, I was a fool to follow that Dragonmaster! I am your servant forever!" Luna cried, at his side. "Long live Ghaleon! Long live Ghaleon! Long live Ghaleon!" The crowd screamed. "Aren't you forgetting someone?" A strangely familiar voice asked Ghaleon. "You...no! YOU ARE NOT REAL!" Ghaleon yelled at the person who had appeared behind him. "No, I am more real than you, my friend. I am Magical Girl Ghaleon, and I am the one that truly deserves these awards, these shouts! I will enrapture the crowds with my singing voice, and crush all of those who oppose me! I will crush you beneath my high heels!" Said the Ghaleon in a pink, frilly dress, with a light, melodic voice. "And now, it is time for you to leave. Goodbye!" Said Magical Girl Ghaleon, blasting Ghaleon with a wave of magical energy. "NO! No! No! Noooooooo...." Ghaleon said, as his conciousness spiraled into the darkness for an unknowable span of time... Sparkling lights, surrounding, coelecing, revealing... Ghaleon stood upon a podium... --- "So, how long has he been like this?" "Ever since he learned that a dozen episodes of the anime "Magical Girl Ghaleon" had been given to the press before he could...ahem, stop the production of the series." Xenobia said. "And that somehow, said dozen episodes had been leaked onto the internet..." Royce said, staring at the mumbling form of Ghaleon, huddled in a corner of the room. "He alternates between mumbling like that, screaming at nothingness, and putting on a dress and singing "I Feel Pretty"." "Hmmm. Piastol's waiting. We should probably call the match." "What is the other option?" "Well...we...well, he's technically concious, and...has no objections to fighting, as such, so he could just be carried to the Arena." "And beaten to a pulp by Piastol while he sings?" "Well, yes." "What!?" Xenobia and Royce shrieked in unison. "Do you want to question a judge?" "Well..." "But...." "Then shut up." "But...we're just guest judges, though. We'd probably get barred from ever being guest judges again if we did something like that..." "Wouldn't it be worth it?" Rolf Landale said, grinning. "I...suppose so, thinking upon it." Pisaro said, smiling back. "It would only be justice." Cyril said, laughing. "It is a pity, Ghaleon. T'would appear thou hast made the wrong enemies, and that it shall cost you." Fou-Lu said, quietly smiling... Ghaleon: 16 emckay0@frostburg.edu
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Scar
Cromage
Chupacabradonis Maximus
Billy Lee Black vs Valvalis
Shale As a great man once said: You cannot kill the wind with bullets. Billy Lee Black: 25 King of Spades
Sir Alex
Nash Latkje vs Guy
Scar *Team Emblems locker room* "I have faith in you Guy, show all these people the power of the Kutolah," Lyn remarked as her and the rest of the band were pumping the Sacean swordsman up for his match. "This man is a lout; I have seen pictures of him with many women, none whom are the same." "Indeed, Kent, this man is truly a good role model for me." The group all turned to Sain, and sighed dejectedly. Guy took one look back at all his comrades, smiled, and walked out of the room and into the arena. "Thanks guys, I won't let you down!" *Team Latjke's locker room* "Nash.........what is that awful stench in here?" ".......onions, to...keep evil spirits away." Sierra snickers. "Silly man, that is a fairy tale." "Blast!" "What evil spirits are you afraid of anyways?" "The ones that stay constant, the ones that never disappear.....with white hair...... Anyways, might you be so inclined as to help your dear husband out? This man seems to be very formidable." "Now, why does it seem you see me as a burden, as a matter of fact I might just have some thing to help you against this foe. I just require what you are afraid to give me." Sierra leans in and focuses on Nash's lips. "err.....one could argue that I am afraid because of the last time we kissed, if you only act more gently." "If you would only act more like a man." ".........." ------------------------------------- Nash walked in slowly towards the arena, a single sword at his side. Guy was patiently waiting, his eyes were locked. This man was no fool, clumsy mouthed maybe, but a fierce swordfighter on the field no doubt. Nash was smiling, Guy made notice of this. "You, old man, this won't be such an easy win for you this time around, I plan to be the greatest swordsmen who ever too a breath. You are just a pebble in my path." ".......sounds good when you speak so cleanly, but how can you be the best, when the women of Sacea are better swordsman then the men?" "W what!?" Guy rushed towards Nash, Killing Edge in hand. Nash prepared to defend the attack because he was far to fast for him to evade. Guy’s strike hit the spy, but not before Nash could counter and hit Guy as well. Guy withdrew a few feet, both fighters were panting. "Hmmmm, no critical....how strange." "You aren't even the best swordsman in this arena." Guy, enraged raced towards Nash again, leaving the same impact as before, this last charge left both fighters bleeding. Nash wiped the fresh blood that dripped from his mouth. He still wore his smile. "Having trouble landing a finishing blow to me?" He scoffed, still with the unwavering gentle smile. Guy was in an outrage, he didn't know why his skills were not landing a finishing blow to this guy, but he wasn't going to stop and think about it. He lunged at Nash again, once again hitting his target. Nash countered and retreated a few feet back, before starting a chant. Guy dropped to a knee. Nash cured himself of all the wounds that Guy had inflicted and stood upright. He pointed a sword at the wounded Guy. He waited till Guy was on his feet till he charged at him. The last attack left Guy on the floor, hardly able to keep his eyes open. He spoke slowly. "How was it that you negated all my deathblows?" "A simple trinket my beloved found for me, a special rune that does in fact negate critical strikes. I believe it is called the "Iron Rune." Guy looked up with shock in his eyes, "W wait! That is an item from my lands, how did you get your hands on it?" "My land is filled with Runes, just so happens that I was lucky in finding this particular one." "T that's unfair!!" "The rules were meant to be abused, take comfort in knowing you didn't stand up again, or you might not be around to better your blade." He looked down at Guy. “If you were to ever take advice from an “old man” such as myself, then it would be to never get married. That is if you truly wish to be the best……..the females…….they tend to leech on and halt your growth. Nash bowed, and as Guy contemplated the reasons for his defeat, Nash slowly walked away from the arena, Middle champion under his belt, and the thoughts of how Sierra would celebrate this victory lingering in his mind. He gave a deep sigh as he knew he wouldn't be celebrating long. Nash Latkje: 29 King of Spades
Lackshmana
Lucius vs Sara
Dark Holy Elf Lucius and Sara. To many, a pair of fighters noted for their association with light, as well as being two of the most feared in the division that bears that name. To Zidane Tribal, however, they were more: a pair of attractive ladies (?) who both had a tendency to wear clingy white robes. It had been four weeks since his loss to Shigeo. The Genome had overcome his narrow defeat, as well as the embarassments he had endured after, and had decided to make the most of the season. He was no longer concerned with revenge, and simply concerned with... well, the things Zidane Tribal was normally concerned with. When he learned what the matchup was for the Light finals, it didn't take him long to start plotting. First, he bribed Quina to his cause. This was easily done; a promise of a hundred frogs, freshly delivered from the Ancient Forest of Final Fantasy VII fame, was all that was needed to win the Qu. Vivi was only slightly more difficult to recruit; Zidane merely threatened the Black Mage with the idea of telling Quina that the Vivi, too, was a kind of frog. With a pair of allies in place, Zidane was ready to put his plan into action... *** It was the morning of the Light finals. Sara and Lucius shook hands, and prepared to have a nice, clean battle... When Vivi promptly doublecast Water on both of them. Now, Water isn't exactly the strongest of Vivi's spells, and neither Lucius nor Sara were the type to easily fall to magic, anyway. However, that was, of course, not the purpose of the spell. No, the purpose of the spell had more to do with what both of the finalists were wearing... It took a couple seconds for the Lights to realise what had happened. Then, a feminine shriek of violated chastity was heard. Sara was pretty pissed off, as well. Lucius scanned the audience quickly, trying not to let his eyes settle on the ogling perverts. Eventually, he found the one sitting with Vivi, who he immediately determined was the culprit. With a quickly sworn, "Elimine, forgive me for my self-indulgence," followed by another shriek of rage, the Bishop pulled out Aureola and smashed the filthy Genome with his saint's own ultimate Light magic. Zidane simply sat, and smirked, unharmed. He pointed at the Chimera Armlet on his wrist. "Stand aside," said Sara, furiously shoving Lucius out of the way. She transformed into her draconic state, and sent a blast of dragonbreath at the Middle... ... only to have the attack hit nothing but air, as Quina cast Vanish on Zidane. The now-invisible Zidane cackled. "That's right," he said. "You can't hurt me, either of you! I may have lost the battle with Shigeo, but I have won the war, and proven that at the very least, I, unlike you two, am no Light!" Lucius and Sara glanced at each other. Normally, of course, this would be the part where two rivals put aside their differences and worked together towards beating a common foe. It would be a heroic, awe-inspiring story. Except that Lucius and Sara were both pretty good-natured individuals to begin with, with no hate for each other. And even had they not been... it was Zidane, and no female (actual or apparent) in the DL ever needed much excuse to beat the stuffing out of him, anyway. So both simply nodded to each other, and then it was a quick, professional affair of Lucius casting Lightning to break through Vanish, and Sara pounding the Genome right after, repeating no matter how many times Quina could vainly cast Vanish. After Zidane had been soundly beaten yet again, both Lights were willing to call it a day. Lucius ended up conceding the match, out of respect for the fact that it had been Sara to actually kill the offensive pest, and the fact that he had no desire to face a physical fighter in even less substantial defensive gear than usual. However, in their minds, both were winners. As for Zidane? When he came to, he felt like a winner too... the spectacle had been worth the pain of Sara's assault. It was then that he noticed Raven and Ryu the first, neither looking especially pleased. Zidane changed his mind rather quickly. Lucius: 19 King of Spades
Dark_YamiYugi
Korayashi
Wyvern's Bane and the Little Elsa That Could superaielman Ramsus was slightly worried. While the elements were stronger on their own than any of the Wanzers, Elsa and co's leadership, healing, and willingness to protect the others had worn down the Gears, who fought alone. Ramsus's own Gear was basically in ruins, and only Dominia was left in fighting shape. "Damn... Wyvern's finished. Onto the backup plan. Time for the -trash- to get taken out." Jumping quickly out of his wanzer, Ramsus lifted his sword and pointed to the sky. "-Trash, time for your downfall. While you may be able to break Wyvern, your physical attacks can't touch Mirror Stance!" Ramsus smiled. While it would take him a bit to slice the Wanzers down to size, there was no way they could damage him. Much to his surprise, Elsa ignored the dying Dominia, and leaped out of her own Wanzer to meet Ramsus. "Ah.. it makes sense. Good planning, commander. There's but one flaw..." Ramsus looked up from Elsa, and saw a rather large missile headed his way. "Missiles, you see, ignore evasion. And Zead saved a few just in case..." The look of surprise on Ramsus's face before the missile landed home was the talk among Durandal during their victory celebration. Elsa: 23 Ramsus: 18 Dunefar
Xeroma
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