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Antenora (Wild Arms 2) |
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Twenty seasons after her defeat at the hands of a vile tranny, Odessa's best and brightest returns to wreak havoc among the multiverse's clueless heroes. This week's victim, the lackadaisical templar Angelo, fancies himself a lady's man. Well, he won't get far with Antenora, if her affair with Vinsfeld was any indication. Being this lady's lover is a hazardous occupation! As for the actual fight? Well, Angelo's a low-damage healer, resilient but built for drawn-out slugfests. This is perfect for Antenora--it gives her plenty of time for Epheromon to cripple Angelo with sleep or silence. No hard feelings, though--Angelo certainly has better manners than some people Antenora's known, so maybe she could take time out for wining and dining after the match... |
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As one of the RPGDL’s most beautiful men, Angelo has a reputation to uphold. As a man who loves and admires every lady, he would never hurt one. But these cruel bastards… they put him against a beautiful woman like Antenora? This is madness! An outrage! Well, Antenora is kind of an odd one. She follows a madman to the ends of the earth, and to what means? To destroy him, of course! A logical plan! Anyway, while Angelo loves women, crazy women are a danger to the world and must be eliminated by a valiant knight in shining armor! And he will, with his buffs, his reflecting, his healing, and his bow! And mayhaps a little flirting on the side... but no! He shall be resolute, and keep the wiles under wraps until the match has resulted in his victory! |
Taishyr An easy match. Frail, pathetic, a few pocket tricks up a long sleeve and long hair to get in the eyes. Really. This match couldn't have been simpler. --- "... so they both screamed 'HEY LOOK OVER THERE IT'S THE IDIOT PERSON YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON' before shooting each other in the nose while looking where the other person directed them to." Lang finished up with a straight face. Magus stared at the arena for a moment. "Who fell first?" "Kinda impossible to tell, it was practically simul-" Suddenly, Angelo's body disappeared in a puff of black smoke as Magus turned away. "He reminds me of that idiot frog." "... Well. Cool, Antenora wins. That makes things easier on me." Lang said after a minute. Antenora: 25 |
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