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There's none better suited in the ranks of Godlike to take down a hideous beast like Myria than Thundergod Cid, wielder of the mighty Excalibur, and the best-known warrior of his land. Having slain one of Myria's fellow foul female fiends in Altima, he knows exactly what's at stake - and precisely how to win. As usual, his trademark speed given to him from his legendary sword Excalibur lets him trade turns - and even gain an advantage over - Myria in that department. Any sort of status tricks she tries to pull on him are easily handled by his wide range of status blockers, and the inaccurate physical of Myria shall meet the solid evasion of Crystal Shield. Even her magic shall fail to be enough against his various equips. All it takes is the usual battle planning and skills that Orlandu possesses, and he'll more than be able to dominate a multitime champ like Myria with ease - no matter what form she chooses to enter the arena with! |
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A young girl, a beautiful woman, a terrifying hydra. The Goddess of Desire has taken many forms, and with them has cast down many foes. Her latest opponent promises to add to the latter tally. Skilled and well-renowned swordsman though he may be, he is still a mere swordsman. And like all other swordsman, all his attacks will amount to pathetic tickles against Myria's armour-like body. With his draining reduced to a fool's attempt at healing, and no equipment for him to break, the once-mighty Orlandu will be reduced to attempting to defeating Myria in a simple exchange of blows. And the result of that contest shall be as lopsided as one would expect from mortal vs. divinity, especially a divinity as powerful as Myria. The Goddess won't even need her array of deadly status attacks to put down this mortal, as she makes him just another stepping stone on her road to matching her draconic rivals atop the RPGDL standings. |
Gatewalker Orlandu wasn’t pleased with his latest match. Once again, he had reached the semi-finals with ease only to come up against an opponent that he simply couldn’t beat. Sighing in resignation, the man called Thunder God Cid poured himself a glass of wine as he thought of how to get out of this match without losing face. After all, getting pasted all over the arena was most certainly not his style. * * * Walking into the practice yard, Orlandu found the woman he was looking for, “Ah, Marisa my dear, how lovely to see you again. You seem to be in fine form today.” Not even turning her eyes away from the training dummy she was carving up, Marisa shook her head fiercely, “No. Not a chance, Orlandu.” Cid was taken a bit aback, “But you haven’t even...” “Don’t care. I can win my match. If you can’t win yours, that’s your problem. Absolutely nothing you can say will get me to agree to any scheme that involves Myria. No way, no how.” Ignoring Orlandu’s further protests, Marisa went back to hacking apart the dummy. Sighing again, Cid turned around and left. It wasn’t like he only had one idea, after all. * * * “…” Ryu the Third shrugged as T.G. Cid broached an idea to him. He didn’t have any real objections, but… “No! Absolutely not!” Nina crossed her arms and set her foot down firmly, “I will not have you dragging Ryu into some idiotic plan to embarrass Myria. We have enough trouble with her as it is, we don’t need you dragging us into more.” Rei was also opposed to interfering in this match, “Don’t that just beat all, a Godlike champion afraid to get beat. Find some pride and just take your loss like a man already.” Not one to take being mocked by his lessers lightly, Orlandu began reflexively reaching for Excalibur, only to stop when Ryu narrowed his eyes and began to stand. Not wanting to pick this fight right now, Cid moved his hand away from his sword and turned to leave, “Very well. Then it seems we have nothing further to discuss. I bid you good-day.” He still had another idea, after all. * * * Making his way to a rather seedy bar that was favored by many of the more…lower class duelists, Orlandu found his the woman he would need for this idea to work, “Piastol, my dear. What would you say if I told you that I could ensure your participation in the next season? In exchange for one small favor, of course.” Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Piastol smirked, “I’d say you’d have used that pull to make sure you didn’t end up in a season with Myria as returning champ. But go on, let’s hear your favor old man, I could use a laugh or two.” Cid clenched his teeth in anger. This was the last straw. Being refused was mildly irritating, being refused and insulted was enough to put him in an ill mood, but he was enough of a gentleman to not allow such a thing to make him lose his temper. But now being mocked? No, this was too much for a knight’s pride to bear. Quickly drawing his sword, Orlandu raised it high above his head…then crumpled into a heap from Piastol’s quick casting of Eternum. * * * Waking up the next morning in the DL’s infirmary, Cid thought over the events of the day before with a bit of surprise. He didn’t let his temper run away with him like that. While attempting to puzzle out what could possibly have caused him to act in such a vulgar manner, he reached for the newspaper and the bottle of wine next to his bed, apparently brought in as a gift from a concerned fan. What he saw in the headlines made him rip the paper in half. T.G. Cid starts barroom brawl, gets killed in 10 seconds! Thanks to this, he was likely the laughingstock of the entire League! Now there was only one way to salvage his pride. He had to with that match, no matter the odds! * * * Turns out that didn’t work so well for him. Within a couple of minutes Myria had ripped his head off, stuck it on the Excalibur, and started using his hair to paint pretty pictures on the wall with his own blood. Turns out she’s a pretty good artist too. Up in the stands, Edge was almost crying with laughter, “Oh man! It’s amazing how much trouble you can get a guy into just by slipping some testosterone supplements in his wine and printing up a fake newspaper! This is great, eh Yuri?” Burying his head in his hands, Yuri groaned, “Why? Why, Edge? When he finds out, I’m not saving you. I hope you know that.” Edge just shrugged, “How’s he going to find out? And besides, it’s Orlandu, I need a reason? Hey, check it out, I think she’s painting a rabbit down there.” Yuri rolled his eyes and got up, “Ugh. I’m outta here.” Orlandu, Cidolfas: 41 Lurking Registered User
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