Season 33, Week 4
Malik Benedict
(Wild Arms 3) 		 
Derided as little more than an upstart after his upgrade from Heavy, Malik has certainly proved his worth as a Godlike, newcomer or not. All that stands between him and the Finals is a claw-wielding catgirl with the intelligence of a toddler. And while Rika's Illusion skill allows her to do the unthinkable and harm him with mundane physical attacks, such a tactic will come too little, too late. Malik's Tri Injury will shut down Rika's healing and special abilities, reducing her options to nothing but a subpar physical. A Distortion will confuse the mentally challenged Numan even further. After reducing Rika to a festering pile of disease and insanity, Malik can just sit back and finish her off with Elminate Scanner. An easy win for the Prophet.

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 Another arrogant magician stands in Rika's way? You'd think after Zio, Lashiec, and Rashidi, they'd have learned that their sorcerous ways are no match for the unbridled enthusiasm and unexpected resourcefulness of Motavia's strongest Numan. Malik will meet the same fate as the rest. Expecting his usual tricks to carry the day, he'll be in for a surprise when Rika nullifies his trademark evasion with a speed - and evade - busting Illusion. Even if he can sneak a status attack past her resistance, it will amount to nothing, as it will just force a slugging contest between Rika's vicious claws and Malik's less-than-vicious Eliminate Scanner. The Prophet has met his match, and the pink-haired warrior girl has met her ticket to the Godlike finals.

Tide
After the incidental accident last week, Malik was still in the DL infirmary recovery from his wounds. And while he felt most of his physical injuries have recovered, he's been having a terrible migrane for a while. No matter though! The evasive prophet decided that all he had to was to deliver a letter informing the DL scheduling committee about postponing the match. Surely it would get there! It has to. So naturally, he decided to provide the letter to someone who looked responsible.

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"What do you mean, I was disqualified?! Did you not receive the letter that I sent?"

An arena scheduler gave the angry prophet a surprised look, "Letter? We didn't receive any notice at all about you still infirmed"

Malik looked like he wanted to kill someone, "When I get my hands on that Wallace..."

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"Oh that letter? See, it turns out I got lost not too long after you gave it to me from the infirmary, so naturally I decided it would be irresponsible to just leave an urgent letter waiting. I contacted one of my colleagues and they managed to pick it up for me."

Well at least Wallace was competent enough to pass the mail along to someone else when he realized he didn't know where the scheduling office was. Still, Malik wanted some answers. He wanted vengence!

"Who did you give the letter to?"

"Hrm...I recall providing it to one of my more reliable knights. His name was Kent. Wait, are you telling me it didn't get sent Sir Mal-"

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"Ah, I see. You wanted to know about the whereabouts for that letter"

Malik nodded, desperately trying to keep his cool. He knew this knight's answer will end up with some sort of excuse or incompetence.

Kent went to his desk and pulled out a small booklet. He flipped through several of the pages, before finally stopping, "The letter should've been delivered on the day we received it. My partner, Sain, was carrying the lighter half the cargo we were delivering. He most likely had your letter"

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Malik was getting sick and tired of this fetchquest. HOPEFULLY, this will be last location he has to travel to. Hunting down this 'Sain' was not easy. But at least that Kent fellow was nice enough to provide some more details. Now, he should finally get his answers.

"Oh heh, I got hungry on the way to the office. So I decided to stop by the nearby bar to pick up some food. Anyways, I met this cute catgirl chick and we started talking for a bit. I think I feel asleep after that, perhaps she drugged the food I was eating, but I swear I delivered all the stuff I was supposed to! Otherwise I would get lectured by Kent promptly before Sir Wallace decided to do the same", the cheerful cavalier smiled as he explained the events that evening.

Malik twitched. He knew want happened to the letter now, and perhaps he should be grateful that he at least won two matches after recently upgrading. But this is some sort of cruel twist of fate. Now he knew what the Lord of the Undead felt after drawing 4 mage opponents and himself in the 6 matches he's been in. With that, Malik did the only sensible thing.

"BLLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!"

Malik Benedict: 27
Rika: 41

CmdrKing
A deranged prophet bent on resurrecting his dead mommy. A hyperactive cagirl-like girl. A classic odd-couple?

"Faster, girl! Mommy cannot wait a second more to get her soul back!"

"Alright! Increasing speed! Next stop: Wales!! Yaayy ^.^!"

And so Rika piloted her ship straight towards the eastern coast of Great Britain. However, if you are at all familiar with Rika, the outcome is obvious.

What happened next is slightly less obvious, but only slightly. Rika, obviously, was totally unfased by the crash. It's what she does. Meanwhile, Malik, reacting to the impact as he does all impacts, became intangible while hurtling towards the earth and unimaginable velocities.

Naturally, he wasn't hurt. He did, however, end up somewhere between the center of the Earth and Australia before it occured to him that he might want to be more tangible.

There's rather a lot of rock between the center of the Earth and Australia, and as such Malik was still being exhumed at the time of his and Rika's match, netting the Numan a win by default.

Rika meanwhile has garnered great acclaim as a stunt pilot. No one has bothered telling her that she's flying actors in movies and not actual passangers yet. The feeling is that so long as they don't the need for acting is minimal. They probably have an excellent point.