Much as I like Kyogre, It's pretty screwed against one of the best fighters in the league. Ghaleon could take down a whole team of Legendaries.
And that's the good, Uber ones, not things like Entei.
A force of great evil.
A force that ruined the world for his own random amusement.
There's only one possible way this could end up.
"...What do you mean, Dark Force locked him in a treasure box, then ran off?" Magus said, puzzled.
"Just what I said. Evidently Loki tried to strike a deal with him, and Dark Force said something about coming into his office to negotiate... We can't open it without getting into a fight with him, and he gets stuck back in the box when people lose." Rolf shrugged.
"...Well, the box is in the arena. Dark Force isn't. I guess Loki wins. We'll just leave him there, it's less care and feeding." Magus shrugged.
It was both a graceful and sad sight at the same time, depending on who you had bet your money on. Songi's years of martial arts training finally paid off as he managed to block, parry and dodge every single attack Indalecio launched at him. (Yes, he managed to backflip out of the way of an arena-engulfing explosion. This is the way.) It was truly a one-sided slaughter.
That is, until Songi did a 1080° triple jump in slow motion in an effort to have the fight look cooler on the DVD box set of Season 34...accidentally going out of the arena and into a nearby lake. Some people just can't grasp the concept of learning from mistakes, eh?
Testaments can manipulate physics and the laws of the universe. Plus, they're already dead, so to "kill" one would take some careful plot manipulation at the least. Demons ... are just kinda, sorta strong. Virgil wins.
Lady Harken: 20
"Why is Beatrix caning him?"
The question had been asked many times, with no answer.
Everyone had expected Beatrix to win. Why would she stoop to humilating Janus-not to mention forcing him to drop his pants in public, which had to harm her?
What kind of honorable knight would do this?
*Three days ago.*
"Hey, you know that chick that's always hanging around Zidane, right? Man, she's hot." Janus said drunkenly. "I'm going to kick her ass, then she's mine!"
Amarant frowned. "You mean...hanging around Steiner?"
"Naaaah, she's always around Zidane, he always gets all the chicks." Janus shrugged, adding a hiccup to punctuate his sentence.
Amarant, disgustedly, walked off. "I can't wait until Beatrix hears that her opponent has a thing for dominating Eiko."
"Eiko? Huh?" Janus frowned at Amarant's back confusedly. "Wonder what he was mumbling about. Eiko? Who's Eiko? Oh well, not important." He shrugged, and went back to his drink.
With the Arc the Lad cast finally getting some respect outside of Elc for a change, Gruga was in high spirits and more then ready to make his mark on Heavy. Making the best of his time, he spent countless hours training, honing his skills and keeping his great strength at it’s peak.
The day before the match, a smallish man in a brown cloak interrupted his exercises with an unexpected delivery of a very large package, “Excuse me, are you Mr. Gruga? Got a package for you here. Careful, it’s kinda heavy.”
Grunting an affirmation of his identity, Gruga easily took the giant package and opened it up, and was quite amazed at what he found. Inside was a full sized replica of Armads, the famous axe wielded by Hector against a mighty dragon. Marveling at the detail of the work on the axe, Gruga turned to the delivery man with a bit of suspicion, “Who sent this?
Shaking his head, the cloaked man replied, “Apologies sir, but she wished to remain anonymous. She did wish me to pass along her regards and her desire to see your spectacular victory tomorrow, though.”
Stroking his chin, Gruga speculated on what this could mean…a secret admirer, perhaps? Judging from the quality of the replica Armads, she would have to be a rich secret admirer at that.
Interrupting Gruga’s thoughts, the delivery man held out a paper with a circled line for a signature and a pen, “Um, excuse me sir? I’m gonna need to you sign for that.”
Absently scribbling down his name, Gruga tipped the man and sent him on his way. Returning to his training, the axeman was now doubly motivated to win that match. He certainly was not about to let his admirer down!
The next day at the match, Gruga was surprised to see the delivery man from the day before jump down into the arena before the match started and run over to the judges table with a paper in hand.
Motioning the fighters to wait a moment, Ramus, the judge for today’s match, eyed the delivery man wearily but read the paper anyway, and busted out laughing after a moment, “Oh, this is clever. Matthew, I might have work for you later. Now get out of my arena before I have security throw you out.”
With a quick wink to Gruga, Matthew quickly made his exit while Ramus stood up to explain the situation. “It seems that both contestants have signed an agreement to fight it out using only skills and abilities that are unique to them. Gruga, this means no Invincible for you, Athos, this means nothing but Foreblaze for you.”
Gruga was confused and angry at this, “WHAT!? I never signed any…wait. I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill that little rat!”
Ramus shrugged and pointed out the way Matthew left, “Well, if you want to concede now, you might still be able to catch him. Give him too much of a headstart though, and you’ll never find him.”
“Done.” Hefting his axe, Gruga started stalking out with murder on his mind…
It’s still as true as it ever was: age and treachery will beat youth and skill every time. Nobody ever said the age and the treachery had to come from the same person…
All it took from Edwin was one word. A bright purple flash later, and Lyon was frozen like a statue in her incantation pose.
"Ohohohohoho!" Came a vicious laugh from the stands. Edwin glanced up to see the Knight of Falenas Alenia stepping into the ring, dragging by the ear a hapless rune merchant. "Who the hell? Stupid crimson haired ape. What are you doing interfering with my moment of glory?" Edwin shot at her.
Ignoring the blustering Red Wizard, Alenia drew her sword. "Stupid bodyguard! Some wielder of the twilight rune you turned out to be! Defeated before you could even take one action! Hmph!" She hacked at Lyon. Then slashed her again. And again. And a few more times.
Lyon didn't suffer even a scrape.
"Oh blast... damnit! Rune monkey! Detatch that rune from her hand and affix it to mine, now! I will prove once and for all that I AM the true bearer of this rune! That fop Vincent will never know what hit him!"
Alenia's hired help obediently complied, and Alenia left the ring laughing maniacally.
"Aaaaaaaand the winner, by disqualification, Lyon of Falenas!" boomed the voice of the ring announcer. Edwin flew into a rage. "WHAT!? You fool! I had her defeated! That empty headed witch didn't even wound her! This match is rightfully mine! Buffoon! Brainless idiot! Restart this match or my thayvian magic will reduce you to... noth... SHIT."
Edwin was too busy ranting to notice the judge fleeing the area until well after it happened. He lowered his head down and skulked out of the ring. (Worthless swordwench. I know just the way to get her for this. Oh yes, oh yes. No one does this to me.)
Edwin Odesseiron: 21
At the arena, Ramladu sat ominously on his throne. Apparently, the mad emperor simply couldn't part from his beloved symbolic chair. Millenia vaguely chuckled at that. "Well, I guess a man needs his beloved throne. Emasculation must fly in a pretty weird way for you, honey."
At that, Ramladu's eyes were tinted in crimson rage, grasping his heavy mace in order to punish the tongue of the Wings of Valmar. His vision blurred, wild mace swings flew about in a deafening flurry.
... however, all that did was a rather noticeable breeze and a couple broken tiles a palm in front of Ramladu. Thus, revealing Ramladu's secret weakness. Apparently, he was actually -glued- to the throne for whatever reason you might want to fathom. Chisato is probably writing a story on that right now and blaming mexican Taco Bell elves for her unshapely behind (and Ramladu's woes, but that's an aside). Tangents factored, the painful truth is that Ramladu couldn't even approach the figure of Millenia.
As for the Wings of Valmar herself? She just shrugged and charged her hand with a massive purple energy, lightning power flowing through her fingers. "... well, isn't that unfortunate. Oh well, makes my job easier, I guess. I hope you enjoy deep-fried goodness, my dim-witted berserker..."
The thunderblasts could've been heard all throughout the world. And a lone seal squealed haplessly somewhere, symbolically. Of something. I don't know.
The arena was overflowing. Edge vs Noa. Two extremely powerful middles who probably belonged in heavy. One of the most infamous DL perverts of all time versus a complete innocent. Speed vs speed. Sleep vs charm. The spirit of the Wolf vs the spirit of the Ninja. The crowd was shocked when a visibly sickened Edge staggered into the arena, without any of his usual tricks or flash.
The bleary eyed Ninja took one look at the arena, took another at Noa, and promptly vomited right outside the ring. He staggered upright with a supreme effort, and glanced at Noa.
"..Gala..Zidane.. fukus.. infinite pain.." Edge promptly fell down in the middle of the arena, twitching and shivering. "Not..enough..booze..dull..pain.endless..." With the last of his strength, Edge lifted his head at whispered in Noa's direction. "Zidane.. wearing..yours.."
With a horrified shriek, Noa charged out of the arena to kill Zidane for wearing her stuff. Or Gala for crossdressing. She was followed by a bridage of angry women who were horribly offened by the image, lead by a screaming Piastol. The group set upon poor Zidane and Gala, tearing them apart before even so much as checking what they were wearing.
"That was perhaps the neatest win I've ever seen." Yuri stood over the still whimpering Edge, impressed that he had beaten one of the toughest middles without raising a single finger. "Making up a wild story like that when you were clearly hung over from partying. You even have some of the girls coming over to help you up."
Edge glanced up at Yuri, his face a picture of pain. "..Story?"
Yuri was reported to have gotten very, very drunk a short while later.
Lieza, the monster tamer.
Bowser, king of the Koopa, a race of turtles. The greatest of monsters. Or at least one of the most noble. Well, maybe just hard to kill.
There was no other way this could end, really.
"Yeah, and bring me some snacks, too!" Bowser called out, snapping his fingers. "Oh, and we're going up to Mother what'shername's and teaching me Invincible tomorrow! Gyahahahaha!"
"Um, sure." Lieza said timidly, as she rushed into the kitchen.
"...Didn't Lieza win that match?" Elc said, frowning at the scene.
"Not...really." Shu shrugged. "She Ravished him alright, but you've seen how much a dog can push her around...well, he sort of got her to leave the arena first."
"She's bad with pets." Elc agreed with a sigh.
Bowser Koopa: 41
Sharon laughed with glee as she easily kept ahead of Mua’s clumsy steps, racking up the points while the free knight kept falling further and further behind. As soon as an arrow lit up, she was on it, as soon as a hurdle sprang up from the ground she was over it, all the while staying ahead of her opponent with seemingly effortless ease.
Shaking his head in wonder, Sheena Lepant turned towards the young man next to him in the stands with a question, “Alright, not that I’m complaining since it gives me Sharon in short shorts and a tanktop, but how on earth did Kenji get the money to build a Race Race Revolution track with automated hurdles and everything? He does work for you, right Thomas? You’re aren’t footing the bill for this, are you?”
Thomas shrugged, “No, I’m not. I don’t know where he got it, actually. But so long as people are enjoying it, what does it matter?”
Nodding, Sheena turned back to the action just in time to see Mua crash through a hurdle instead of leaping over it, “Yeah, guess you’re right. I really could’ve lived without seeing Mua in short shorts and a tanktop though.”
Gau's not that good. Just another cog in the inferior mercenary band led by Duke. But, he had someone to look up to. A role model. A powerful duelling league heavy, hardened by over 10 years of fighting for his life on the harsh wildlands known only as the Veldt.
Gau the mercenary thoughtfully stroked his Super Nintendo controller. "Hm. So that is how my namesake defeats his foes, and assembles his impressive array of moves? ...I must say, this is unorthodox. But, he's the former heavy semifinalist, and I'm the nameless middle. I guess he knows best..."
Seraphita skipped excitedly to the ring, to find her canine opponent staring her down intently. "Heeheeheehee, this is going to be fun!" she exclaimed.
With a primal roar, Gau lept on the spunky pink haired loli and proceeded to
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Seraphita was dragged whimpering and sobbing out of the arena. Gau readjusted his clothes. "A rather effective tactic. I must use this more often." He strolled nonchalantly out of the arena.
Zidane and Sten stood stalk still, their jaws dropped nearly to the floor and their eyes popping out of their head.
Ahh White wizard vs. Kiros, Kiros has an indesputable advantage coming in, but... white wizard isnt an idiot and raises her stat's alot before the match, she's at level 50, she'll cast FADE until Kiros no longer can stand it, and he loses before he has a chance to use blood rain. Normally charicters are tougher in sequels (Imagine the 4 fiends from FF IV in FFI, it would be impossible to beat as the light warriors would just be no match for Valvalis et al) but here is an exception to that rule, but FF VIII could have done without the Laguna quest.
White Wizard: 64
"Ahhhhhhh, a fair lady knight. What better an opponent to show off my marvelous skills against?" Vincent flourished his rapier and bore his wind rune.
Unamused, Alenia brandished the almighy Twilight Rune. "Stupid narcissist." The rune began to glow brightly. "VERMILLION SKY!!!!!"
And the ultimate power of the twilight rune claimed one more life.
"So true runes have... a mind of their own? A personality?" Lexis stared agape at Mazus.
"I don't know to what extent, honestly. This is the first strong evidence I've seen of this." Mazus paced. "It is common knowledge that true runes choose their bearer. But this is the first I've seen of a true rune being insulted at someone unworthy trying to wield it."
Lexis pondered. "Well, it is Alenia. If I were an artifact of untold magical power, I'd be unhappy about her trying to use me too." He sighed. "Backfiring its ultimate spell, though... that is just outright cruelty."
"Not very smart, either." Mazus observed. "Alenia's.... constituent pieces.... are everywhere. The janitors cannot find the part of her that the rune is affixed to. Lyon is furious."
"Curious. Well, I suppose not, actually. Again, this IS Alenia. Keeping a cool and rational head with her involved would be difficult." Lexis replied to a nodding Mazus. "That Vincent fellow seems pretty perplexed, too. Well, one of the narcissists from your world. I don't suppose I should expect him to be smart."
It was long. It was grueling. But the RPGDL staff managed to put Alenia back together, return her rune to Lyon, and ressurect her.
"Damnit. DAMNIT! Stupid rune.... ouch.... won't tolerate...."
"Yer awake." A mailman walked into her hospital room. "Got summat fer ya. Letter and a scroll. This here scroll make me.... uneasy. Got some magicky feel to it. I'ma leave this here fer yous."
"What the hell is this...." Alenia unfurled the letter.
How miserably you failed. But I can help you, I can. Lyon is no friend of mine. Alongside this letter is an extremely powerful scroll. When its power is drawn out, it performs upon its user a transformation similar to that of mage to lich, only slightly different, and... somewhat simpler. Use this, and you will attain the power needed to seize the twilight rune back by force
Best of wishes (knowing who you are, you're going to need them),
Alenia glanced at the scroll. Written on the piece of tape binding it was "Nether Scroll". She grinned.
A clash of metal, blinding speed.
Another clash, the violence of this match was leaving splatters of blood all over the Arena floor!
Deadly blows, an epic dodge! Oh, the humanity!
Mint and Irenes wondered what match the announcer was watching as Mint landed her last slap to the begrudged Mermaid.
Luckily, Irenes was too confused by the announcer to have any hard feelings over it, which made Mint feel less guilty about beating up an endangered species.
The vile fiend Chaz stood atop the pile of his fallen foes, laughing and twirling his mustache. "Bwahahaha! The mightiest heroes in the land have proved POWERLESS against me! Now, NOTHING can stop my march to subjugate the land under my fiendish rule!"
But then a knight in stylish threads then dramatically appeared! "Hah! You speak wrongly, knave, for you have forgotten one thing - the might and charisma of Euram Barows! Zegai, get him!"
But the cunning Chaz was not to be taken down so easily! "But WAIT! It would be unsporting for me to have to face ALL your VAST array of adoring admirers! Would not a DUEL be more appropriate?!"
"I was being merciful by sparing you of my incredible talents! But so be it! Face my fury - Infinity Justice Slash!" In a smooth and beautiful motion, Euram perfectly performed the ultimate art of Barows-school fencing!
But Chaz was ready and used his evil magic to protect himself! "Hahahaha, Euram, there is no chance for you any more than these other FOOLS! I expected MORE from you - now taste my DarkEternalCurseTrainSpear!"
Oh no! Everyone's hero Euram had been struck by the magic, weakened, and cursed! WAS IT STILL POSSIBLE FOR EURAM TO COME BACK AND SAVE THE DAY???????????????!!!!!!!!
"So... what happens next, uncle Euram?" Marlene asked. Melville, Relm, and Eiko also waited expectantly.
"All right kids, visiting hours are up. You can come back tomorrow." As the kids shuffled out of the ward, Dr. Murad added "And really, please don't exert yourself too much there, Euram. It's going to take awhile to recover from this one. It's time for your next treatment..."
Euram Barows: 23
Knights of Razril: The Revenge
After winning the match Arnaud and co decides to throw a party all the participant to show a good sportsmanship. "Yeah right", tought Arnaud, "I'll just have Vicky teleport everyone away as an added insult".
Unfortunately for Arnaud inviting Vicky turns out to be a disaster when she sneezes them to an Island where they gather wood, coconut and rope.
At least they won the championship.....
"Stand still so I can chop your head off", shouted an enraged Raquel.
"Uh no I love my head thank you very much", replied Arnaud who is running faster than usual due to an 'added incentive'.
"Are they always like that?", asked a rather confused Paula.
Jude sigh, "well sometimes when things go wrong".
The entire cast as it turns out was basically enjoying the view of Raquel chasing Arnaud and some was even encoraging her to run faster since they manage to figure out who got them in this mess in the first place.
"Go chop him up".
"Slow down so she can finish you off"
"Umm shouldn't we stop them?", asked a concerned Yulie.
Both Duke and Elaine who sitting on the beach looked at her quizzily and back at the spectacle. "Look here miss you don't see this kind of entertainment elsewhere. Sides I doubt Raquel'll chop him up or something, I think", replied Duke while scratching his head.
"We also need to have some type entertainment since this Island is located in the middle of nowhere", added a bored looking Elaine.
"Oooh she almost got him", She pointed at Arnaud who manage to got a top shave from 'barber' Raquel Applegate.
This goes on for weeks before the local DL pirate Bartholomew Fatima, Vyez, and the others manage to stumble upon the Island and rescue them from certain doom.....maybe since you really shouldn't trust pirates.
Knights of Razril: 4
Drifters of Ruined Filgaia: 22
Drifters of Desert Filgaia: 6
SFDF Mercenaries: 6