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Another potential annoyance on the way to Edge's glorious title. The metallic demon Alhazad is just that, another victim on Edge's rampage through Middle. Relying on defense and not HP to get the job done, he's perfectly vunerable to Edge's Fuma darts. Following that up with a horrible lack of speed that gives the ninja prince a huge advantage in turns and everything's well aligned for Edge's title run. A Fuma a day keeps the demons away, as Eblan lore goes, and Edge is set on proving that one legend right this week. |
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One fleshly being compacted into a ball of pain, three to go. The next victim on the Metal Demon's list is Edge Eblan, the ninja prince who takes magic like a naked baby. Alhazad can instantly take him out of the battle with his home world's special brand of Sleep, guaranted to stay on the target even if he's being beaten to death. He can also go for Slow Down, murdering the ninja's speed. Personally, though, he prefers dispensing heavy, magical death upon the frail human while laughing at his sad attempts at getting past his durable frame. So many ways to win, so little time... |
superaielman Edge ambled over to Rydia. "Looks like it'll be a while yet before I meet you in He-" His words were cut off, as the summoner laid out Edge with a kiss that made the prince light up like a christmas tree. "TL showed me the screens. You did that for me? Amazing. You deserve a reward.." Taking Edge by the hand, Rydia quickly took him to a rather secluded spot for some personal time. "What about your match?" "Ah.. let's just say that the crowd will get it's money worth." --- Alhazad looked at the clock, annoyed. While he had already been declared the winner due to Edge not showing up, he still wanted to see if something -would- happen. The crowd was violent enough... The crowd was packed to the brim with people who had an axe to grind with Edge Eblan. Piastol, Ghaleon, Fuse, Rude, Zelos, Orlandu, Zidane, Royce, Xenobia, Alys, just to mention a few. With the godlikes there to expel anyone who dared root for Edge, it was very unhappy with Eblan's ruler not showing up. Just as things were about to get really ugly, Alhazad spotted a -very- infamous face edging into the arena, radiating magic and infinite mastery of magic. Spotting the look of mischief in TimeLord's eyes was a dead giveaway. Wasting no time, Alhazad fled the arena at full speed, and didn't stop running until he was outside the arena. A quick scrying spell got him into the arena. "Perfect timing.." TimeLord had just lept into the center of the ring, removing the cape he was wearing. Of course, the crowd had burst into angry noise at the sight of the TimeLord, who was far from popluar among Edge's enemies. Alhazad shook his head at the sheery idiocy in front of him. Not even Ghaleon leaped up to attack the TimeLord at the first chance.. and the only chance they'd have to stop him. Royce and others had up to try and land a blow.. but were too late. The scrying spell froze then, stopped dead by a far greater magical force. .."OverDrive.." The scrying spell jarred back into motion a few minutes later. TimeLord was long gone from the arena. In the center stood two things. Piastol and Zidane stood in the center of the ring, a tangle of flesh. Neither were wearing a scrap of clothing, and Zidane's hands had.. interesting... placements on Piastol's body. Near the two stood a stunned Ghaleon. Instead of his Magic Emperor gear, he stood in a hastily put on dress. He also had a T-shirt on with a weird logo.. Alhazad did a doubletake, and closed in on the shirt. Clear as day, on the front.. "Trannies for Menardi" ..Alhazad broke into laughter at the first part. The back was even worse. "Robbed Albedo" Laughing, Alhazad released the spell and decided to.. ah.. make haste out of the arena. For that it was funny, he didn't want to be in Ghaleon's way when he was on a rampage.. Edge Eblan: 34 |
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