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Myria vs Ellen Kirishima
Sage Acrin "We all know why we're here." Yuri Hyuga said, knocking back a shot. "Myria." Chris Lightfellow said, from across the table. "Well, that, and it's the only bar that hasn't thrown you out yet, Yuri." Arc Eda Ricolne said, grinning. "Well, it's not my fault people keep picking drunken fights with me." "Unless you goad them." The Dragon Emperor, Fou-Lu, said, drinking some red wine. "Which I hast seen." "Hey, this is beside the point. The point is, Myria's on her way. Again. In a season where she probably won't be stopped.. I've gathered you here because I think I've got a way to do something about that." Yuri said, lounging back into his chair. "I certainly hope this is a way that won't get half us killed." Melfice said, glaring at Yuri. Ness, putting down his glass of milk, nodded along with Melfice. "It wouldn't be the first time, would it? It'd be worth it to put down that little brat of a goddess." Altima said, slamming a knife into the table. "It might even get some of us some actual respect. What's the plan?" "Oh, it's simple enough. Aside from Asgard, who is far too hung up on improving himself to be caught trying to rig a match, and Dario, who...I didn't even bother with, since he's too prissy, too weak, and too tied up in another match near the same time...besides those two, we're all here to see Myria go down. Since she's trashed us. Rather badly." "Hmmm. Speak for thyself, Yuri." Fou-Lu said. "...Anyways, a direct assault before the matck would work, probably...but a few of us would probably get burned. Literally. Not pleasant." Yuri said, downing another shot. "Are you planning something like what happened to Ghaleon and Piastol?" Chris said, glaring at Yuri. "...hell no. I can't imagine anything I'd rather see less than a monster with tentacles and Ellen in the same mud pit...hmmmm, wait...ow!" Said Yuri, glaring at Altima. "You didn't have to stab me. Anyhow, no, that's not the plan." "The fact is, each of us brings something unique to the table. Psionic abilities, sword skills, status magic, invunerability, magic negation, powerful magic and breath attacks, and myself, capable of turning into anything else we need. So, I figure, between us, we can make Myria sorry she ever heard of any of us..." Yuri said, grinning and ordering another round. *Two days later.* "So, Myria, you are here to fight me? Well, I'll take you on." Ellen said, brandishing her sword. "Sadly, you're in my way to becoming the goddess over all these mortals." Myria said calmly. "I would prefer not to fight you, but I must protect the Duelling League, for their own good. You understand this, and still seek a battle with me?" "Of course I do." Ellen said, smiling... *Six hours ago.* "Hmph. Well, it was for her own good. A pity I couldn't argue her into doing this the easy way." Melfice said, sheathing his sword. "Well, it was far less painful than what Myria would have done to her." He said, as he stared down at the unconcious form of Ellen Kirishima... *Six hours later...* Ellen, pulling out her sword, raised it over her head... *25 minutes ago.* "So, you can actually fool people into thinking I'm Ellen, Ness?" Arc said. Ness nodded. "When'd you learn th...right. Silent. Never mind." He said, to a grinning Ness. *25 minutes later.* "Hmmm. That must have been her physical blocking technique. Doesn't matter." Myria thought to herself, transforming into a massive beast, and swatting Ellen with an undamaging physical. "After all, it only works for one blow." Ellen, laughing, slashed at Myria, dealing a stinging blow to her. Myria, marginally annoyed, slammed at Ellen again...dealing no damage. "What? How?" Myria said, stunned. "This...mmm. I must have heard wrong about that move of yours, girl. Well, this will just take longer." She said, laughing... *5 minutes ago.* "Are you in position?" Yuri said into a small microphone. "Of course I am, you fool." Altima half-yelled, floating high above the judges box. "Thou hast been asking that of us once every minute. 'tis not like we are about to move now." Fou-Lu said, from his position beside Ness. "And it's not like my position even matters..." Chris said from her seat in the stands. "But the timing does." Yuri said, standing next to Fou-Lu. "And Ness isn't going to be able to keep up these little mind tricks, like keeping four of us invisible, or making the crowd thing Arc is Ellen. We all have to time this perfectly, or else people won't think Ellen ligitimately won this..." *Seven minutes later.* "Why...why won't you fall!" Myria shrieked, blasting Ellen with a Holocaust spell...again dealing no damage. "Ah, but now it's time for you to fall. Prepare for my ultimate attack, Nuclear Missile!" "...Nuc...what?" Myria said, totally baffled. The crowd was similarly confused... *Two days ago.* "So, not only does Ellen have a form from a game almost no one's played, she has a set of skills that no one but someone totally obsessed with her life would know about? Including some ultimate skill no one's seen?" Yuri said, incredulous. "Hehehe, so you're interested in the information, eh?" Hammer said, putting down some beer. "Well, it'll cost you. Say, my tab for the night..." *Two days later.* To the crowd, what happened was stunning. Rainbow lights illuminated the sky, then a massive blast of white and dark energy screamed out of the sky, smashing into Myria. Stunned, she slowly sank to the ground. Amazingly, Ellen had won. What had actually happened was moderately more prosaic.... "Now!" Yuri yelled out, changing into the Seraphic Radience and launching into For The Children. "Hmmm, this should be fun." Fou-Lu said, turning into his Tyrant form. "Well, at least I got to have some fun." Altima said, staring down at the various disabled judges. "...and...I was totally uneccisary." Chris said, sighing at the spectacle. "The only reason they even cared by the end there was to have me as a backup if Arc ran out of power. Oh, well, it was a bit dirty of a thing to be involved in, anyhow." --- "In the history of the Role-Playing Game Duelling League, many strange things have happened. Mud-wrestling, Serge beating Geshp, one of the worst Ninas having the best record, Shigeo worship as an option in a bonus match... The only thing that is for certain is that Yuri Hyuga is, indeed, the true hero of this tale. I was going to present this tale to the Judges Union shortly after the match, however, certain...threats, were made, such as burning at the stake. All my notes were taken, at that time. But I have uncovered the truth. Let me now revive Yuri's honor. Let his way of life, as well as the knowledge of my mad skillz, be carried on to the next generation..." ~Author of the Harmonixer Brave Story, Hammer the Supplier, 24 years after the match. Myria: 13 
Garan vs Droguza
Grefter Yesssss. A sweet victory for Garan. They all mock and laugh at him. Making fun of his sexy body and his mighty floating pillow ... of DOOM! But he is to smart and sexy for them with his massive head to hold his great intellect and his petite body. Having beaten this horse dead, who's next? Garan: 16 
Saturos vs Vigoro
Meeplelard Saturos is the Adept of Fire Vigoro is a Pirate...or becomes one anyway Pirates fight on Water, Water beats Fire, therefore, simple equation is Vigoro > Saturos. Saturos: 15 
Dario vs Jade
Draco Ignfier I was all primed to make a pun about one of Dario's attacks and Jade's lighting techniques. Then I remembered that it's called ConductaRod in this game, not Spire. And thus, you were all spared. Well, all save for Dario. Dario: 20 superaielman
Worker 8 vs Kary
AAA Worker 8's magic immunity has been a very controversial aspect of the DL for quite awhile. It's made him a nasty spoiler and often wrecks DL-ers hopes of getting a champsionship. Not that it matters here, since Kary beats Worker 8 in a slugfest, though it's a good fight. Magic-users breath a sigh of relief after Worker 8 falls. Worker 8: 20 
Knight vs Cecilia Lyne Adelhyde
Sei Knight entered the arena with a confident swagger, his well-styled auburn hair bouncing with every step, his armor glistening brighter than a dragon’s horde, and his mantle dramatically ruffling to the wind like the cape of an overly excited matador. Striding his way up the ring, he coolly turned around and faced the audience, slowly drawing his sword and taking a pose that lets his blade reflect the sun with an audible ping. This was his debut in the RPGDL, he thought, and his first fight was against some random spell slinger that was spawned off the metaphorical loins of Black Wizard and White Wizard! All he’d have to do was walk over and smack this magician over the head with his sword, before returning to his many adoring fans. Things definitely couldn’t be easier. And lo, here came his opponent to be, the princess named Cecilia, a lass with hair of gold and a face most fair. Hmm… her face was most fair, wasn’t it? Perhaps a bit of chivalry was in order. “Ah, delicate flower, your radiant beauty blinds me so.” he said, charm passed on from generations past and handed over to generations in the future oozing with his every word. “It would truly hurt my heart of hearts if I were to accidentally scar such delicate features in the heat of combat. So what say you? Concede and we can go over to yon chambers, and see just how compatible sword and sorcery can really be.” A slap! Oh, such ungratefulness! Such rude manners! Here he was offering a bit of reprieve from bodily harm, and she would respond in kind! And now, he must be forced to thump her down for the sake of my fans! Oh cruel fate, such cruel fate, to give this girl such stubbornness against impossible odds! Perhaps if he were to show just how much it hurts, she would give up? “What ho!” he yelled, as his blade flashed and struck her shoulder with the flat of his blade. “Dummy Doll!” Dummy Doll? My, but their healing spells do have such strange names, he thought as he watched the magician be enveloped with white light. Oh well, time to continue with the thumping. THUMP “Well, now that you’ve seen how futile it is to go against my powerful might, what say you and I give up this farce and…” he paused his offer as he looked in front of him and saw not the little mage, but something… less pleasing to look at. “Well, now this is quite puzzling. How did this beat-me-up Tidus doll get here? And where did that little vixen g- ah! There you are! And with a graceful motion, he pulled out his mighty sword from where it rested in the doll, turned around, and thumped her with all his might. THUMP “That doll again?” He said, as indeed, his sword found itself sheathed within the beat-up replica of one of his descendants in the far future once more, while his intended target stood a few feet away from where she originally stood. “This is most embarrassing, but third time’s a charm, I always say!” And once again, his sword flew out of the doll, and he threw all his weight to thrust his most treasured possession into… THUMP …the same doll as before. “Hmm… I’m starting to see a pattern here.” He said to no one in particular. “I feel I’m in deep doo-doo, yes?” “You’re in deep doo-doo, yes.” A voice behind him deadpanned. Curious, he turned his head around to see who uttered those words to see… …the mage finishing the chant of what looked like a really big spell. “Oh poopy” --- As the match in the ring reached its conclusion, two particular individuals in the audience were having a little discussion. “So Kuja, tell me again why you asked me to give Knight a personality chip programmed with Edge, Edgar, Dalton, Zed, and the traits of a whole bunch of other egomaniacs and perverts for his match?” “Lucca my dear, you must admit, this is a lot more entertaining than throwing yet another silent main into a match.” The genome laughed just as a pair of Twisters threw Knight out of the ring and up over the rainbow. Knight: 6 Dude789
Lackshmana
Alen vs Nash Latkje
khaki_knight We join our battle mid-round, just as Alen has exhausted the last magical pyrotechnics he could summon with his Rage rune. Nash, his hair slightly mussed--but in no great pain thanks to his water rune--eyed his opponent warily. Alen narrowed his eyes. "I guess we have no choice!" His hand dropped to the blade at his side. "Have at thee, knave!" he shouted as he drew his blade free. "We shall finish this like men!" With a primal roar, Alen rushed forward, his blade and armor glinting in the sun, his hair flowing freely in the breeze... Nash, for his part, was unfazed. He raised his arm, and... *TING* Alen stopped short, rubbing his forearm. "Hey! Watch it--that really stings!" "Is that so?" Nash answered in a flat voice, "I would have never guessed." His sarcasm was biting. Alen grit his teeth, resumed his charge and... *TING* "You coward! Fight like a man!" Our enraged knight once again charged forward... *TING* *TING* *TING* *TING* *TING* ... The better part of thirty minutes later, Nash lowered his arm...and rapidly tried to massage feeling back into it. "Heh... Guess I am getting a bit old..." Shaking his head, he strolled out of the arena, sparing only a backwards glance to his defeated foe. "What is it with the sword-guys? All offense, no style..." Alen: 10 Jatsuya
Purim vs Vulcanus
Sage Acrin The simple fact of the matter is this. Vulcanus really, really hates having his form changed, after certain...ah, events. Especially into pretty and cute things. The moment he heard that Purim had the ability to turn people into Snowmen...well, he broke down crying and ran as far as he could from the Arena... Unfortunatly, he happened to slam into, and knock into the mud, Celes Chere. Who looked down at her dress, shrieked, and promptly turned the prone Vulcanus into an Imp. Just not his day. Purim: 27 Hate Hate Hate
Izlude Tingel vs Dart
metroid composite Dart does unexpectedly well in duels. He has...quite possibly the fewest counter-characters of any character in the Link Arena, for instance. This week he faces Izlude--a character who you'd think would shut him down easily, but turns out to be a very good match in which Dart may well have a slight edge, though there's certainly room for debate. However, whenever something is so up in the air (no pun to Izlude intended) intuition will generally come down (no pun intended) as the victor. Izlude Tingel: 35 Sei
Nino vs Opera Vectra
Sei The deciding factor of this match isn’t the fighter themselves, but their significant others. Opera is married to an Indiana Jones wannabe with a sense of direction that makes Columbus look like a competent explorer. Nino, meanwhile, is married to an assassin. So while Ernest was doing his best imitation of the Ark of the Covenant in the Raiders of the Lost Ark again, Nino was being announced the winner by default due to Opera suddenly suffering from spontaneous lacerations all over her body an hour before the match. Nino: 25 
Rutee Katrea vs Lucia
Dunefar Soul Rush=WIN. That beats buffing=win, Bloody Rose=Win, and All out better=win by Rutee. Go figure. Rutee Katrea: 19 
Paula vs Lich
AAA Eep, what a match. Paula's got some tricks, but Lich is too much for her. He's got her beat in pretty much everything, and in this match of mediocrity, Paula is the first to fall. Chalk up another victory for a FF1 Fiend. Paula: 15
Lowen vs Meredy
Sei It began, of all places, in the kitchen. Lowen had just finished preparing yet another meal for Lord Eliwood when he noticed something nearby that made his heart jump in surprise and no small amount of joy. A dueler! Here with him! Cooking! Such a sight was like an island to a drowning man in the middle of the ocean. Finally, a fellow cook who he can relate to in this strange world filled with fighters and adventurers who believe that two pieces of dried bread with week-old goat cheese makes for a proper meal. He must talk to this person at all costs! The fact that the cook was the person he had a match with was absolutely lost to him in the rapture he felt at the moment. The conversation went well at first. Lowen’s passion for all things related to food and Meredy’s friendly and childlike nature matched and an enthusiastic and educational discussion regarding the similarities and differences of the two world’s cooking styles began. Then, the topic regarding favorite dishes sprang up. "Sweet rice?" Lowen gasped, aghast at what he had heard. "Hwee?" Meredy responded in her cutely confused way. "Rice is meant to be the most essential part of the main course." Lowen murmured half to himself, his fist clenched in front of his chest. "It is the one that fills the stomach the most, and therefore, the heart. Mixed with chopped meat and vegetables, with each grain cooked in a way that allows it to absorb the spices that give it enough flavor to make your Lord whet his appetite and want for more. To desecrate it in such a way by covering it with white satay, treating it like some piece of dessert is blasphemy!" Meredy blinked at first at the sudden outburst, then growled. The way that Lowen talked about her favorite dish… Why did he say such things even though he hadn’t actually tasted it? "You are wrong!" Meredy said, the Orz Earring she had lent Lowen translating her Melnics into broken English. "Rice is for filling is true. But sweetness does not mean it is just for dessert. With right mixture of spiciness from onions and tomato, white satay mixes well with meat and rice, making for good food that people ask more. Your old way of cooking is one-tracked and wrong." The two fighter cooks glared at each other with such hatred and intensity that those who were well attuned towards such things would have noticed no small amount of red chi surrounding the two. "I’m sorry Meredy, but I don’t think we can be friends now." Lowen said, his eyes, covered as they were by his hair, never leaving the Celestian. "Yup!" Meredy agreed in a voice that completely contrasted the way she felt. "Cooking beliefs too different. Only one way to settle this." "Cook-off?" "You bet!" --- And thus, the RPGDL saw its first cooking match as Iron Chef Lycia went against Iron Chef Celestia in a battle that shall forever be remembered in the annals of history of the league. Many people of the DL gathered to watch this spectacle, with noted great cooks such as Quina, Mary, Hai Yo, and the cast of Star Ocean. With spatulas and cooking oil flying instead of sword and spell as two of the greatest (and only) cooks in the RPGDL exhibited their non-fighting crafts, this one could prove to be one of the closest and most exciting battles ever. "And for the guest judges of the match…" The speaker announced. "Presenting Suikoden’s very own… Muku Rangers!" …or it could prove to be one of the most lopsided battles ever, as fate decided to give the Fire Emblem knight a metaphorical kick to the posterior. Nothing bites more than having squirrel judges announce the main ingredient for the match, especially when your opponent is the only one who can understand furry rodent. Lowen: 13 
Piccolo vs Edward Damcyan
Sage Acrin Ah, Piccolo. Is there anything that beats a massive lightning strike to someone's face? Actually, there is. It's a flooded arena. Unfortunatly for Edward, when he talked Rydia into summoning Leviathan for this simple task a second before the match was started, he forgot one thing. To fasten his life preserver. Piccolo can swim, albiet not particularly long, with his stamina... Edward totally lacks this skill. I suppose going unconcious from lack of air is better than a lightning bolt to the face, though, so perhaps Edward Damcyan is better off this way, anyhow. Piccolo: 28 
Cai vs Lucia
superaielman Cai stood at ringside, his spells and book at hand. Facing him.. "Quite the fight. Instead of a punishing fighter, I get Lucia. So it goes." Preparing a spell, he heard a voice from the crowd. "Caiii! I bet you can't beat her without using an attack spell!" Merriot's voice sounded gleeful, and there was a twinkle in her eye. "You're on. And when I win, you'll be doing my laundry for the next week." Cai readied his weapon, and walked into the ring.. --- Merriot walked in and out of Cai's room, hauling a large load of clothes each time. Cai was sitting on his bed and reading, a slight smile on his face. "Who knew Lucia was so bad that you didn't even need a single attack spell? Sigh.." Cai closed his book briefly, and looked at his miserable sister. "Know your enemy, and you're halfway to winning the battle. Oh, don't forget my undershirts." Cai: 21 
Shabon vs Suo
Sage Acrin Shabon was ready to give this match her all. Suo, despite having misgivings about hurting a little girl, was still willing to fight the match out, hoping for an opportunity to just incapacitate his opponent. Neither of the fighters quite expected what happened. When a slightly woosy, white-haired man leaped into the arena, with a mask and cape on, no one knew what to expect... "In the name of protecting ma peches, I am...Mystere! I will defeat you, Suo!" The man cried out, and proceeded to smash the utterly confused Suo with Fallen Wings. Then he vomited, and passed out on the arena floor. Suo was so badly hurt by the attack that he wasn't able to show up for the rematch, either, so Shabon managed a win by default. And Setzer just smiled, as he pocketed his massive winnings from betting on Shabon. It had been a gamble, getting Albedo truly wasted and giving him the idea to protect the little girl in the arena. (So that Albedo could keep her for himself.) But it had paid off. Shabon: 23
BURNING FOR THE FANS WE BURN FOR THEM Grefter "BITGOYSWB ARE ALWAYS PLEASED TO ROCK HARD FOR OUR FANS. OUR NEXT SONG WILL BE THE WWBYWOBLTGOYSTWBILWAOFWOAWBY. CAN YOU FEEL THAT IN YOUR SPLEEN? THAT IS THE FEELING OF AWESOMENESS THAT IS ABOUT TO BLOW YOU AWAY WITH CUTTING HEDGE HARDCORE ACTION THAT WILL BE SO GREAT THAT YOUR SPLEEN WILL EVEN EAT ITSELF. CUE THE WHIPPER SNIPPERS BOYS, WE ARE ABOUT TO PLAY." *CUE THE DRUM MACHINE AND BASS GUITAR* *FUJIN GRABS A WHIPPER SNIPPER TO DO HER BACK UP DANCING THING* "SEXY." She declares. "WE WOULD LIKE TO THANK MAGICAL GIRL GHALEON, SEIFER, DECUS AND KUJA FOR THEIR TIME, BUT NO ONE PLEASES MORE THAN WE DO. STICK AROUND AFTER THE SONG, WE WILL PLAY SOME OF OUR OLDER STUFF LIKE OH CTHULHU, YOU AND I". And rock they did. Can you feel that? It is your spleen weeping at the thought of you hearing their awesomeness. Decus: 3 Seifer: 4 Ghaleon: 10 Kuja: 13 BITGOYSWB: 16 Zenthor
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Draco Ignifer
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