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Having shown the fruits of training hard and renewing her dedication against the original black mage, Cleo's not about to let some hideously cute invader from the skies stop her right now. Her razor sharp throwing daggers will keep this a ranged battle, and even worse for the stranger from El Nido, her nimbleness will keep Starky from landing too many shots, limiting what he can do besides blasting away and hoping for a lucky shot. Meanwhile, Cleo will have no such limitations in calling upon the fierce power of her Fire Rune as she takes another step back to Middle. |
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Being a walking ad for a Blind Melon video isn't a good thing, but that's how things go for Starky. His spaceship gets jacked, he gets ignored when he wins a match for the greater good of CC "scrubs", and now people write him off just like poor Draggy as soon as he gets someone tougher than a random loli to fight. Packing the finest in rayguns and having lots of holy elemental attacks to smack people with gets you no attention nowadays. *sniff* They'll notice poor Starky after he blasts Cleo out of the water with a full chain of attacks capped off by Starstruck. Right? *sniff* |
SageAcrin Space. The Final Frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Starky. Her mission: To explore strange, new worlds. To seek out new life, and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before. --- "Why is Starky cosplaying William Shatner?" Shania asked, completely at a loss, as she watched Starky get blown sky-high. "Who?" Deis asked, puzzled. "Oh, right, never mind." Shania answered, shaking her head. "Only Johnny would swipe Epoch to see what the future of his own world would be like." She added under her breath. "Still, why not Jean Luc Picard? It would at least fit..." "Starky no like cheap later ripoff Star Treks!" He yelled, as he flew out of another explosion, to land on Shania's lap. "They not campy enough." The battered, dazed, and, due to ring-out, clearly losing...creature...replied. "..." Shania simply threw the exceedingly strange little spaceman back into the arena. Cleo: 49 |
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