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The mountain-shattering fists left a mighty impact over a brutalized samurai puppy, and Emily eagerly moves forward to her next challenge! And, lo and behold, her newest sparring partner is a legendary hero, the savior of Algol, the wielder of the mighty Neisword, Rolf Landale! His ominous presence and his trademark burst of anger, Megid, are certainly far more threatening to your average martial artist than a stuttering mutt would be. However, this will be a cinch for Emily, who carries almost as much power in her fists as Rolf does in his magic - and is a lot faster. As such, all she needs is the first drop to turn Rolf's fury into a heap of broken bones. After all, anger may turn the tide of a fight, but it can scarcely hold back the terrifying prowess of the Bell heir! |
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We all do things we don't like. Some things are saving the world from an ancient evil, while yet others are like what Rolf has to do now. Beat up a little girl. Granted, Emily is not just any little girl, she's a powerhouse that actually won her first Godlike match! However, Rolf is here to put a stop to her tantrum with a healthy dose of pacifying Megid. It's good for what ails you! Especially if that 'what' includes anything from brick walls, roadblocks, ancient evil gods, sword-wielding bishie madmen, angry young women with stone-shattering punches, annoying wannabe adventurers with an overblown sense of worth, etc.. It's high time someone put the youngster in her place and taught her how to rightly use the power she has, and Rolf is set to do it in this Quarterfinals match. |
Taishyr Rolf and Emily stared at each other from across the arena. Rolf prepared himself mentally for the oncoming onslaught of physical blows, as Emily moved into a battle-ready stance. "Hey, Rolffles!" Rolf blinked, then looked again at the young woman, grinning while still in combat stance. "Yeah, you! Intrawebs boy! Got anythin' to say for yourself, Mister Zen Master? Hah! Little Mr. Rofl, two-by-four, couldn't-" And then Rolf made the arena explode. "...Reset... please, people, stop ruining the arenas..." Emily stared at Rolf in a complete daze, before stumbling out. Rolf looked around, before spotting Scias. "Let me guess. You let it slip to her after a few drinks that I was fueled by calm, not rage." "B-b-b-b-b-bingo." Scias grinned wickedly. Rolf shook his head and left the arena in amazement. Emily: 13 |
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