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Selan's run through Middle was productive indeed, and now she's ready to tackle Heavy with all her might! And against the dreaded Flame Master Elc, Selan will need all her power indeed. MP Buster and Divide may be fearsome draining techniques, but they will falter against the Magical Wife's immense magical resilience - and, as backup, her status IPs should put the cocky Flame Master down for the count if he tries the offensive. Moreover, if things get tough, she can heal herself to good health. Selan's not going down without a vicious fight - both as a warrior and a mother, her pride is on the line. |
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Always the hot head, Elc is burning to get into Godlike and join his fellow hero Arc. After all, he does have the title of Godhunter to live up to. Luckily, his first match this season won’t be much of a problem. Magical Wife Selan may have grabbed a Middle title, but, as she's about to find out, Heavy is a completely different world. With his fast speed and Invincible, Elc has plenty of time to destroy Selan’s MP using Mind Buster. Or whittle away her HP with Divide. Or just Charge his physical and destroy the frail magess in a single blow without risking an IP. No, Elc's first match won’t really be much of a problem at all. |
Pyro In an alley somewhere in the DL: A man in a green poncho was staring incredulously at his employer. "So you want me to throw my match!? Pshhh. I got two words for ya. Hell. No." The cloaked customer was perturbed at his statement. "No! No! No! You don't get it! I don't want you to lose, I just want you to win in a different way..." The hooded client made a little huffing sound, and continued. "I'm offering you a good deal of money, and I paid your 'guild' to put a lot of merits on this, so please listen to what I have to say." Elc, never one to turn down easy money, obliged her. "All right. You got a deal. Don't worry, you just bought the best there is." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- During the DL Heavy eliminations round: Selan couldn't understand. This fight had dragged on for far too long. Her opponent was looking ragged and worn out. His clothes were blood soaked and torn from her blade slashes, but he still hadn't attacked Selan beyond using that odd parasitic attack. Selan had lost count of the number of times he had flared red with Charge. She knew, without a doubt, that he could have finished this match some time ago, but he hadn't. He had just used the same skill over and over again. Her thought was interrupted, however, when he spoke a phrase she hadn't heard from him. "STRIKE POWER!" He yelled, his muscles growing somewhat larger from the spell. Selan suddenly had a feeling of utter dread, so she ran at the Hunter to finish the match, blade leveled for a killing blow. At the last moment she slipped and had her blade deflected, however. Elc then spoke the last words Selan would hear before the DL medic crew restored her body: "Sorry, I got a job to do. And today, you're it." He unleashed his supremely buffed physical chain on her, which might as well have been G. Drgn for the effect. The match was over, and Selan was nowhere to be seen. Her body had disintegrated from the sheer massiveness of the attack. Near the front of the arena, Elc could make out the face of a horrified Maxim staring wide eyed at the spot where his wife had been. Elc just let out a deep breath and wiped his forehead of sweat, his tedious job complete. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the matches: Elc lifted his two newly won purses. One from winning his match, the other from his client. Smiling satisfied, he pocketed the money and walked towards the DL Godlike bar so he could rub his victory in Arc's face. On the way there, though, he came upon an interesting sight. His client was walking with his opponents husband, and was even holding on to the depressed man's arm. Elc blinked a few times before shrugging and moved on. He echoed his thoughts in single spoken word. "Women!" Tia glanced towards where she had heard the comment, and just smiled. While it had cost her a week's earnings, and the results would only be temporary, she still had Maxim all to herself for at least a little while... Selan: 24 |
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