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Another week, another easy win for Motavia's famed Eight Stroke Warrior. The only difference is that she may actually take some damage this time! Should Alys feel unusually kind and refrain from using her trademark Death skill, she's still in good shape. Saner will boost her already-high speed to extreme proportions, and the normally mediocre Nafoi will get a huge boost thanks to Edge's pitiful magic defense. But then, with Edge being only the first of the three remaining opponents left between Alys and a Middle championship, there's little reason for her to tarry such. Freshly-sliced Ninja, anyone? |
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Edge walks in after squeaking by Robo last week. Edge has a simple, but effective approach to this battle. He'll cast Image to shut down anything physical from Alys, and throw Fumas to eat away at her life. He can match her both in raw speed and hasted speed, thanks to his Masamune Katana. With some luck and a well placed dart or two, Edge can easily take home his second RPGDL win. |
Superaielman Edge Eblan was standing on top of the world this week, and why not? He'd won his first RPGDL match in a commanding fashion. Robo was nothing more than a pile of Fumas and old circuits, and he made it look damn good. Further, he stole a kiss from a real looker in red, knocked out Thundergod Cid, and taken his 'artistic' photo collection back from the old geezer. Yep, ol' Edge was on fire... However, this is Edge Eblan. Something has to give. --- Smiling at the fanfare he recieved from his thousands of fans, Edge entered the arena. He waved as he sauntered in, basking in the mindless adulation. Of course they loved him, especially after the show he put on for them last week. Tearing his eyes from the crowd, the ninja swept his gaze over the battle ground and broke out into a cocky grin. Well, well. Miss Red was back for more, standing just inside the boundaries of the ring. The prince took a moment to take in her slender, well rounded figure and long brown hair, not hiding his hungry eyes. Damn. "She's cuter than I thought," he sighs. Letting her down was going to be rough. As much as he enjoyed that kiss, having a public relationship with another woman was not kosher in Rydia's view. Lest he find Bahamut nuking his royal ass one morning, he had to break things off now. So caught up in his amorous ways, he didn't even notice the brown hooded man also in the ring, his eyes purely on the woman's promised land. "Heya, Alice," he called out, breaking into a trot. "No, wait, it's Alicia," he said as he caught her wintry glare as he ran up. From the snowy glare that she shot him, he was off again. "Um...Alexia!" Edge tried to regain his proverbial footing, but the icy waves she was shooting off were not helping. "Oh, right, right. It's Aya! Anyway, I'm afraid I can't see you anymore. Y'see, my fiancee doesn't take kindly to competition, and I can't let such a sweet thing get hurt," he said in his nicest 'I'm letting you down softly so that you don't jump off a cliff because Sex God Edge dumped you' voice. From frost, the red garbed woman's look mutated into shock and confusion. "So, yeah. Since you're here, have you seen my opponent this week? I'd like to get going so I can make happy hour at the bar." Shrugging, Edge figured that she must not know from her stunned expression. With a final quick pat on her firm ass, Edge took a good look around the arena. In the center of the ring, a brown cloaked person stood, silently waiting. Only the tip of a white beard could be seen. "Bah, geezer. Where's my opponent this time?" he called out in his supreme self confidence. With a flip of his hand, the old man removed his cloak. Thundergod Cid stood tall there, his blue metal armor gleaning in the arena lights. Cid's expression could best be called an annoyed scowl, directed at Edge. "Right over there, boy. I'm here to prevent what happened last week from happening again," he says, drawing and pointing Excaliber towards the woman in red. "Good luck with Alys," Orlandu empahsizes her correct name, "boy." Edge frowned a bit, his ninja mask obscuring the crack in his aura of self assuredness. By reflex, he remarshalled his bravado, and replied. "You mean me kicking your ass, or just being that damn awesome?" To Edge's credit, he said this with a level tone. Orlandu's level gaze matched the arrogant ninja's tone nicely. "I know about your trickery last week." TG Cid turned Excaliber slightly, so that the light reflecting off it shined in Edge's face, and his grin became rather predatory. "Just give me a reason to have to intervene, boy." He took a moment to blink away the light of Excaliber before turning away from Orlandu. After all, he could deal with the old fart later. Time to - That train of thought was disrailed by the boot of Alys slamming into Edge's groin. With a girly howl, Edge crumpled to the floor with remarkable speed. Alys took the opportunity to send a few steel toed kicks to the ribs of Eblan's prince before lifting him up by the throat to her face. "The name is Alys, little boy," she says, a sadistic, revenge promising smile on her face. "You insulted my honor and my pride," she goes on, with an added knee to the stomach getting a groan from Edge. "What fortune that you just _happen_ to be my foe this round, hm?" she coos. With a strength that her attractive body does not advertise, she tosses the ninja into the air. "Death to the perverted!" she cries, throwing a boomerang at the ninja cum projectile. With a sick crack, it collided with the side of Edge's head, knocking Edge out cold. --- "...winner by knockout....Alys....!" the words of Orlandu echoed around in Edge's head as he slowly regained awareness. That little...ugh....can't let it.... "Hold it!" Edge shouted, jumping up despite his injuries. Alys, who had been walking away from the arena, turned in shock. "That was just a flesh wound!" Edge assured the crowd and his fans. "Now..prepare yourself for the Eblan Ultimate Ninja magic!" he yelled as loud as his voice would go. "Special attack, the lifeline of a royal male dynasty...SMOKE!" Thick clouds of smoke cleared the arena...except for one patch, which showed a dashing Edge stealing a kiss from Miss Brangian. "See ya, cutie!" Edge's swollen, pain fill face were the last things Alys saw of the Ninja, before he fled the arena. "Next time..." Alys mutters, looking down at the slicer in her hand. --- Edge was right about one thing, at least. Alys really couldn't get enough of him. Alys Brangwin: 18 Tylor H
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