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An anti-Doomsday Weapon mech facing off against a human general doesn't sound like a very close match, and it certainly won't be! With an arsenal of high-tech weapons and abilities, T260G has enough firepower to reduce Lundgren to a smoldering pile of ash. T260G's own armor fortifications easily reduce Lundgren's spear strikes to little more than dents and dings. The power-hungry general of Caelin is going to learn the hard way to not bring medieval weaponry into a fight against a space-age opponent. |
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The mighty and treacherous Caelin general now faces... a giant coffee machine? A portable electric massager? No, it's a robot! T260G is certainly like nothing Lundgren has ever seen before, and he has but one recourse against the marvel of modern machinery: stab it with a spear. Granted, that's all he ever does. Still, Lundgren's well suited for this kind of battle; His opponent is entirely a physical fighter, and his massive defense and high durability will see him through easily enough. Conquering the Duelling League is a lofty goal, but one Lundgren will see through. |
OblivionKnight "Well, little Lyn," Lundgren smiled as he addressed the Noble Lady of Caelin, "what brings you to my abode? Are you here to cheer me on?" Lyn looked out at the arena field, eyeing up the trash can that had defeated her seasons ago. She then looked back at Lundgren, his dark eyes and wrinkled face grinning with conceitedness and contempt. "Yeah," Lyn said, "that's it. Have fun, and good luck" "What was that?!" A cry came out from the shadows above Lyn. A swoosh of air, and a raven flew down to Lyn's feet. Seconds later, the raven materialized into a man, black wings at his back, and sexy leather pants and shirt adorning his body. Naesala, the Crow King, stared back at the Lord standing in front of him. "You were supposed to tell him the 'bot's weakness! I paid good money for that!" "Yeah, but...he deserves what's coming to him. It would be wrong for him to win when he didn't truly deserve it" Naesala shook his head. "Well, let's just hope you can do some damage next season, or Fire Emblem will be stuck with the stigma of being relegated to Light and Middle victories...at least until I make my way into the annals of the DL" Naesala added with a cocky smile. "Until then, I'll be taking me leave. And you owe me, little girl!" With that, Naesala returned to his raven form, and flew off. Lyn stared into the sky as he flew off. Yes, it would be nice to see more wins for Fire Emblem, she thought. But, to see those wins attached to a name that oozed of vile ambitions? It wasn't right. Whatever the case, she'd just have to work extra hard next season. T260G: 44 |
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