Entry #250: Dark Are The Pits Of My Soul
Current Mood: Dark with the touch of the All-Devourer as it begins to claim my sou
Current Music: Linkin Park (In The End)
My fellow harbingers of the eternal emptiness of the soul, this night I have yet another sorrow to heap upon the flames of insignificance. My trials and sufferings toward the throne of the Dueling League have come to naught, as a harbinger of destruction, the equal of our own dark liege The Profound Darkness, has halted my advance this time. May the flames of Abbadon devour him!
The battle was nefarious and, for much of the time, equal; however, after a time, as we both began to weary of the struggle, he beckoned, and the sky turned black as an endless night; he motioned, and even my heart, adapted to the very nether as it was, quailed as he began to call, from the heavens, an eternal force, descending upon me to crush all that I am.
The next thing I remember was a voice, booming through the universe, through my atoms themselves.
And then it was over; we stood as we had before the match started, but he, already the victor, and I, left to wallow in my despair.
But the young man, who spoke with the voice of a being perhaps even more powerful than my opponent. The one who cast such a simple, yet devastatingly powerful spell, capable of realigning time back onto a different road.
Who was he? Ah, but no matter; even he cannot stop the path of fate, and the darkness shall one day consume him, as it will consume us all...
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.
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.
Didn't one of these two actually succeed at devouring and conquering the world? And put Howard Dean's scream to shame while doing so?
"Curse you, woman! Fight this honorably!" Odd Eye snarled. Jenna simply smirked. "Why?"
"These barriers impede a fair fight and should be removed!" the blue-haired demon bellowed...
...before getting poked in the stomach by a small yellow core Jenna had summoned. Jenna giggled a bit, as Odd Eye swore profusely and left.
"Almost feel bad for him, but if you can't break my barriers, don't bother coming..." Jenna said after a moment, before leaving.
"...That was anticlimatic." Bartz said after a moment. "Well, off to that Light match..."
Odd Eye: 10
He was fighting Ted?
"Isn't he dead?" Flik noted. "And wasn't he kind of weak to start with?"
Viktor shrugged. "As near as I can tell, they dredged up Ted-from-150-years-ago." "You're kidding, right?" "How long have you been here? Haven't you been here long enough to see the giant armored hedgehog turtles-all three of them? Not kidding."
"This is why I don't go out much." Flik shook his head annoyedly.
"Look, all he does is use the Soul Eater to trash things. You know what that does." Viktor said with a sigh. "So the solution's pretty obvious."
"...When you say that, I start worrying." Flik sighed.
It was over quickly.
One brilliant stroke of energy, and Flik's opponent was down.
"...this isn't going to count." Flik noted, as he stood over child-Ted's unconcious form.
"Why not? A fight's a fight, isn't it?" Viktor noted. "All thanks to this sword, which was useful for on-hey, stop biting me!" "Idiot. Now go put me in that river. I need to wash my mouth out, you taste like formaldehyde." "What's th-" "River. You." "Yeah, yeah."
It was over quickly again.
Flik sighed, and crumpled to the ground.
Naturally, he was right.
Viktor's plan hadn't worked.
Of course, the pent up anger of hundreds of years had only made things worse, though.
As Ted blasted Flik's unconcious form into oblivion, he cackled maniacally.
Childhood grudges are a great source of power, after all.
The battle was furious and swift. A barrage of slams were countered with swift dodges and sword strikes, followed by magical blasts against the dragon. Finally, Rayquaza, sensing an opportunity, slapped Marcello with a stunning blow before unleashing a beam of pure energy...
...only to watch Marcello shake his head, dance forward and slash the energy back at Rayquaza, sending him spiraling out of the arena.
"Know your enemy. And remember when their energy attacks can be reflected. Nice work, Fox." Marcello smirked, before turning out of the arena.
Another blast of lightning soared past the judge's stand, causing Kletain and Orlandu to flinch away instinctively. Roland simply stood there, watching, as the battle between Hilda's quick, lithe strikes and the warrior Sofia's brutal dance of swordstrikes and electricity continued.
"How long will this go on?" Orlandu cursed softly. "As impolite as it may sound, this is taking far longer than anticipated. I have other things I must attend-"
"It will end soon." Roland said, beginning to grin oddly. Orlandu turned to Roland for a second, before looking back down at the arena. The only difference was Hilda was now, in a thin, bony hand, holding a...
"Is that a straw?" Kletain asked, confused.
A flash of light blinded the three judges momentarily. When they looked down again, a plump, cheerfully grinning girl stood in Hilda's place, carrying a large staff instead of the original small wand she had earlier. However, she looked rather battered.
"My, she is cute in that form." Roland noted, amused. "And the battle ends here."
"You cannot blind my ascent, Hilda! This ends here!" Sofia yelled, lunging in to finish the job...
...and being sent flying out of the arena by one massive swing of Hilda's staff. Hilda twittered and spun out of the arena, leaving the FFT judges staring and Roland laughing.
Bringing down the wrath of the Star rune upon Lassic's head is a good plan. Scorching him with magic that hits his weakness to fire and holy magic? Also a good plan.
Forgetting that while Lassic is weak to both types of elements, Star magic does nothing to someone who was born from and rules the stars from his dark Air Castle. Zerase's surprise at his resistance to her rune was short lived, as AnotherGate opened up and took her to a far less pleasant place.
Slash, counterslash. Parry, block. Spell, evasion. Healing, healing.
The two Tales swordspeople were evenly matched in most respects. While Rutee had a definite edge in magic and Bloody Rose matched anything Guy could do for raw offense, the noble from Hud's speedy combos kept her on edge. It was a brutal grinding fight, and one that was slowly favoring Guy. Till the worst thing that could have happen occured- Guy's sword sliced off Rutee's top, leaving her completely exposed.
But to the surprise of *EVERYONE*, Guy didn't so much as flinch, and kept on pressing his attack. Rutee managed to twist out of the way even so, and knocked Guy back with a kick to the ribs.
"Hey, you perv! Why'd you cut off my top!?!"
"Huh? Oh, didn't notice, sorry. You look just like Leon shirtless does. I'm normally bothered by girls you see and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh MY ARMS!"
It's hard to use a patented two sword style of attacking when one's arms have been ripped off.
Lesson for the day: Never say a swordgirl looks like Leon.
Guy Cecil: 19
Ninja. Fast, quick, flurry of blows against defenseless opponents, moving away once the job is done.
Against a girl in what might as well be a steel wall, complete with shield and pointy spear. And a dress.
The end result of the match was obvious; Cecile fell on Ninja, pinning him and winning the match by default.
Not everything has to be complicated.
It really was an understandable mistake. Anastasia thought that with her winsome charm and her bubbly spirit, she could win over any gay, brawny man. After all, she had Joachim eating out of her hand by the end of the game. Sure, she could fight Dart, but she wanted to go shopping after the matches, and Dart seemed like the perfect person to carry her bags.
Sadly, no one thought to tell her that pirates and gay aren't 100% synonomous. Well, Dart's axe told her, but that wasn't really all that helpful in retrospect. After the match, Anastasia decided to dedicate her time to trying to destroy all pirates while Dart finally decided that maybe he should get some new clothes so he didn't keep getting mistaken for a Village Person.
Arche's ferocity is unmatched.
Her powerful magic is more than a match for any stupid demon!
After all, he was weak to lightning! Indignation would blow him to bits!
Of course, sometimes, knowing your enemy helps a little, right?
So, Arche decided to look into these new demons a bit more.
Maybe she'd find more weaknesses!
"...Why's she hiding under the covers?" Cress asked, curiously. "Isn't it time for her match?"
"I told her not all of the demons are like Heat. Repeatedly. But all she does is huddle under there crying and talking about tentacles." Klarth said in disgust.
Yes, sometimes, friends are a valuable asset in a match.
Of course, not everything about this was perfect for Gale.
The amount of perverts he's going to have to butcher and eat after they hear about him having tentacles is going to be staggering.
And let's not even get into what's going to happen to poor Argilla.
Yipe yipe yipe yipe yipe yipe yipe yipe yipe yipe...
...well, what'd you expect? It's a wolf against a guy completely covered in armor!
Kwanda Rosman: 41
And with that, Pikachu's half of the arena collapsed under the force of the explosion, with Pikachu itself blasted into fine dust. As the flames rose higher and Joker laughed, Bartz jumped awake and snapped his fingers.
"Aww, you couldn't let it keep going for any longer?"
"Nah, but you got your win." With that, Bartz rebalanced his hat on his head and left. Joker looked to Pikachu staring at him sadly, and then to Queen, leaning against the wall behind him in boredom.
"Why's the Pikachu staring at me?"
Queen gave Joker a level stare. "I think it thought you were playing a game with it. Probably not happy to learn the fight's over already."
Joker looked back to the rodent and snorted for a moment, before walking out of the arena.
And promptly getting hit in the small of the back by a Volt Tackle.
Queen sighed a bit and went to go buy popcorn. This could take a while for them to finish.
"So, let me get this straight...Dark Force didn't want to ref this Light match..."
"...So instead, he left, made this into a...fashion match...and then left Pierre, Gerard, and ...that Bug...whatever...Buigen guy in charge of the details of that?"
"...And now, thanks to you just throwing off the duty of reffing what would have been a simple and bloody match to the death to Dark Force, known for the most random and senseless acts in the name of evil, there are thousands of innocent bystanders in there, screaming, puking, cringing, and gouging their eyes out, to name a few, all thanks to the visage of Ricardo and Natan in G-strings, being judged in a way that absolutely creeps me out!"
"Mhm! That's correct, Prince!"
"...AAAAAAAAGHHH!!! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF DOING THAT MYSELF?!"
"Because you were so irritated at the thought of having to judge a 'boring Light match' that you decided to throw a fit and yell 'Etna! Get your butt over here and do this for me because I'm so lazy and I don't want to do any judging instead of playing video games all day!' So, I just did all that, Prince."
"Kgggh! Don't mock your Overlord! And give me that pocky! ...who won, anyway?"
"Oh, that? That would be..."
Ricardo Gomez: 39
Serph really wishes that he had Heat's fire magic isn't of his own ice magic. Sure, defeating Kinnison was really easy, but do you know how hard it is to eat frozen meat? And Serph isn't getting anywhere close to any type of fire considering his own weakness. Good thing for the silent main that his Atma Demon teeth are durable, or else he'd probably have broken them on all the icy flesh he's been eating the last two weeks.