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Jenna Angel vs Belial
Starphoenix das Helpoemer Tank Drops ideally work against mortal beings who normally can't take the weight of being hit by a tank... When said tank is but a minor nuissance to a being who dwarfs said tank... well, it might be better to just sort of... I dunno... stay home. Jenna Angel: 30 Namagomi
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Wren vs Xenobia
superaielman It certainly was a suspucious sight. No, not the giant Phase Transfer cannon sitting outside the arena, looking brand new and with it's orginial owner not in anywhere in sight. No, it wasn't the deadly weapondry that dwarfed the power of nuclear bombs that made people step widely away- such power levels weren't uncommon in the highest division of the DL proper, nor was someone getting their shiny weapons reposessed when they proved to be too weak to hold onto it. No, it wasn't that that made everyone step warily. It was the grinning Ninja Prince who sat perched on top of the cannon, waving to everyone who passed and who had quickly painted the world REVENGE on the side of the cannon's barrel. Everyone knew Edge's history with Ghaleon and his girls, and how long Edge could hold a grudge. So did Wren, a coldly logical robot to the end. When Edge gracefully lept down to the floor before he entered the arena, he didn't ask any pesky questions about where the weapon came from, or why Edge was assisting him. "How much?" It turns out that advanced space-time weapons can be bought for the most reasonable price of 50 Meseta and a cold beer. Who knew? --- *BOOM!* Ah, the sweet sound of victory. Getting the old geezer Cid to look the other way while Wren blasted away at his ex girlfriend Xenobia with a blatantly illegal weapon hadn't taken much arm twisting. It was almost too easy. The shriek of rage from Ghaleon and Royce, along with the sound of heavy footsteps rapidly approaching him brought Edge back to reality. Speaking of reality, if he didn't vacate the premise he was going to be really dead in .. oh.. 30 seconds? One Smoke spell later and Edge vanished laughing. Staying out of trouble was so boring. Wren: 39 
Zed vs Ellen Kirishima
SageAcrin A scarf! Blowing in the wind! True power! --- "I make it my buisiness to know about occult powers." Ellen said simply, as Zed's sword bounced harmlessly off her. Zed, stunned, could only gape, as Ellen's sword decended. Ellen, sporting bristling moustache, top hat and monocle, nodded solemnly, before walking out of the arena, the victor. True power comes in many forms. Some counter one another. Zed: 18 
Patriarch Sergius XVII vs Yuri Volte Hyuga
superaielman "Spa...space pope. That's a new one." It hadn't been long since the Godslayer had graced the arena, but Yuri Volte Hyuga wasn't complaining. He enjoyed the simple pleasures of combat, and the not so simple pleasure of getting into countless adventures with Edge and company. Still, in all of his years, he hadn't ran into something so odd as Sergius. Where had Edge gone, anyway? As if by magic, a gentle knock came at the door. In walked Albert Simon, Yuri's onetime rival and sometimes ally. "Ah, Yuri. I'm not normally one to deliver messages, but the young man who left it was most insistent that you get this." Simon dropped off an folded piece of paper and left chuckling. "I have to say though, that Edge is a most creative young man. If only our native ninjas could learn from him.. heh heh. I never did care for Sergius's stuffy manner. Good day." Yuri picked up the piece of paper from his desk and eyed it with a good deal of caution. This could be trouble. The royal crest of House Eblan sealed the piece of paper. The words "Yuri" had been scribbled carelessly on the top, which was a far cry from Edge's normally fine penmanship. Yuri opened the letter. Carefully. "Hey! Yeah, I wouldn't worry so much about your fight. I called in a few dozen favors with the Old Geezer Cid and managed to get Sergius to sit down for Confession with me. Just show up at the arena as soon as you get this,and prepare for a free win! No, you can thank me later."-EE Yuri's response was simple, elegant, and to the point. "Oh HELL." The half russian haromixer ran as fast as he could to the arena, not even bothering to check his equipment. He wouldn't need them. --- Puffing with exertion and dripping with sweat was the cost of Yuri's mad dash, though it did get him to the arena in excellent time. Tearing through the crowds and leaping into the center of the ring was the easist thing in the world. The Patriarch Sergius stood in the arena as well. His normally sharp expression had been replaced by a blank stare. Drool flowed freely down his chin and his hat was on the floor right outside the ring, utterly forgotten. On the bright side, he was able to speak.. "I... how... did... Emerald WEAPON... Rune.. Cid.." He simply shuffled out of the ring, completely ignoring the half hearted calls of the judges for him to return and fight. They knew the signs of someone who had their mind shattered by Edge. Yuri shrugged. It was a win. It wasn't like Edge to do something like that out of the goodness of his heart. A sudden flash of memory triggered for Yuri, giving him insight. Sergius was always proud of his UMN Phase Transfer cannon and the incredible power it wielded. And wouldn't you know it, one of Ghaleon's girls was fighting Wren in the other arena. *BOOM!* It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. Patriarch Sergius XVII: 21
Surt vs Edgar Roni Figaro
Dunefar Let's face it. An automatic cross bow, a battle chainsaw and a tunneling castle make great steampunk. If Edgar was facing a giant robot or a steam driven dragon, he'd be set up to win. However, he's facing a primal being, the opposite of the God Odin. Surt's not going to be impressed by a few machines. No, he's going to take a hit and then splatter Edgar all over Figaro Desert. Surt: 42 
Tifa Lockheart vs Vulcanus
Dunefar "Mmmm...mmmm...mmmmm!" Vulcanus muttered to himself as he paced in the glorious halls of Celestia. The first phase of his plan was about to unfold. Naturally, Tifa was already...accounted for, but it wasn't enough. Oh no. The real worthy trial was ahead. Defeating Surt would net him amazing prestige in Celestia, making his next plans even easier to execute. What angel could say they defeated the Lord of the Vanir? Not Lamington or that grating little pipsqueak running around in the Netherworld! Indeed, the endless praises of-what was that? Dolphin Blow? What sort of praises would Dolphin Blow b-OWOWOWOWOW! Vulcanus opened his eyes to see not his chambers, but the fist of Tifa slamming into his gut! He had nary a moment to cough as he was sent flying across the arena! "Grr...!" Vulcanus was floored, but he quickly picked himself up. "You're lucky I was distracted!" He snapped, puffing his chest out. "Ohohohohohoho, you're going to get it no-Erk!" There's nothing quite attention getting as Final Heaven and the resulting explosion knocking Vulcanus around like a pinball! Bloodied and blackened, Vulcanus wobbled about like a drunken top. "Uuuuugh...not according...to plan..." He rasped. For her part, Tifa simply stared at him with determination, starting to have red light come out from her. Panic gripped Vulcanus a moment as he saw that, before he laughed. "Okay, fine! I'll have to use my secret weapon!" His hand was a blur as it whipped into his pocket, taking out... a cell phone? The burnt and stubby finger of Vulcanus slammed into it's auto dial, as: "Hello, this is Kurtis, the 38th Defender of Earth! What, you're in trouble! I'll be right there..hm? Come in from the air? Right! Kurtis out!" --- The headline on the paper Vulcanus held said it all: Tifa Lockheart victim of Prinny Bombing! Netherworld denies responsibility! Kicking back in a deep, padded chair, Vulcanus steepled his fingers together. It worked without a hitch, Kurtis coming down just like he was thrown. Tifa didn't even know what hit her. Oh yes, part one was complete. Now to deal with upstart Vanir, and then...hahahahahahaha. "Oh yes..." Vulcanus purred, "When I appear again, I'll get true glory! Don't you forget it!" Tifa Lockheart: 22 
Demi vs Belcoot
SageAcrin Robots. Slow. Clunky. Primitive. No match for a flowing, marvelous sword style, a marvel of the blade without peer. --- "And then I told him they alllllways went slow and they went BOOM and BANG and they were so slow and broke a lot especially when I'm around and then he kinda nodded and told me to keep talking and then I told him about how they always used hammers except when they didn't and they use swords and some of them have these weird pilots that yell out all their attacks and they're all cool and neat and fun and I just like to go BANG BANG on them sometimes to see what happens and some of them are on this weird show where they fight them with remote controls and sometimes they make really pretty different fires and lights and sparklies and Billy said if I came near his again he'd have to cage me and..." Lu rambled on. "He really should have talked to me instead, I suppose I was out that day, but he would have actually gotten some useful information about these new robot machines, don't you think, hmmm, Sorenson?" Babbage noted solemnly, as he watched Demi blast an unsuspecting Belcoot into a wall with Phononmezer, before he could move. "I suppose he figured any information was better than none and my, isn't she a marvel of technology?" "Certainly, master." Sorenson nodded agreeably. Demi: 34 
Kharg vs Zera Valmar
superaielman The power of Valmar and godhood. Control of an entire church, with an army of loyal demon followers, some of whoom are so loyal as to throw themselves on a bed of swords just to kill Zera's enemies. The almighty power of thunder in the form of Gadzap, and the Breath of the Gods, giving Zera speed, power, defense. The overwhelming strength and power of Valmar, so displayed by Melfice, was about to be put on display in the arena. There was no hope for a boy with a sword and dreams of leading humanity to a better place. There's one thing that Zera, in all of his power and knowledge and control, couldn't deal with. A problem that had so befuddled churches over the years and universes. --- "You don't exist. Religion is a LIE created by Deimos trash to hold down humans. The power of humanity will overcome such evil!" Yes. Zera Valmar had ran into the worst enemy of pretty much everyone- an angsty teenager. -- Kharg opted for midnight black head to toe clothing instead of his usual garb. Even his blade was wrapped in black. The half human, half deimos racist guardian of humanity didn't -believe- in Zera and his nonsense. So much so that he demanded that Zera prove his divinity with miracle of any stripe. Otherwise he'd demand that the judges DQ Zera for being a fraud. Zera turned into the form graced to him by the power of Valmar, and turned into a giant floating butterfly. Then the Big owl crashed into Zera, crushing him into a fine paste. Adding insult to crippling injury and defeat, Kharg walked over to Zera's crushed body and spent the next seventeen hours ranting at him why he didn't exist and why his religion was a sham. Kharg: 24
Guy vs Luke fon Fabre
Dunefar When Luke's guilt tripping for the thousand and first time, he's not going to dare draw a blade against his best friend. Hell, he's not going to attack anyone with the same name. He'll have a great discussion with Tear about what he's feeling, but fighitng? No way, nope, nada. It's not happening. Guy: 28 
Sara vs Elly van Houten
SageAcrin Two young women. Notable for their weakness. After all, they were Middles! Clearly they were prime targets. --- "So Elly just stepped on them all in Vierge." Fei finished, with a shrug. "Said something about having to put up with being fanservice enough already. It lost her the match, naturally." "I don't suppose I can blame her, for all that it cost her the match." Citan replied, nodding slowly. "Though, I can't help but notice that the perverts plans are getting less and less effective...after all, just rushing the arena like that? In large, obvious group? It was almost as though they wanted her to..." Citan trailed off, a puzzled look on his face. "...Excuse me, Fei." Citan said quickly, rushing off and leaving a puzzled Fei behind. --- Elly woke slowly. What'd happened? She remembered stepping on Bart in Vierge, and walking out the arena, still angry about having lost the match, and then... And then the click of the camera alerted her. She awoke to stare into Sara's surprised eyes. --- "...god damnit, Edge, how the hell did you manage to do that in the same day as..." Yuri trailed off, as he stared at the pictures of Sara and Elly in lingerie. "Offer to give a monkey a copy of the pictures and it turns out even he can pull off a simple plan." Edge shrugged. "Put knockout gas in Vierge's O2 tanks, put knockout gas tanks on the people it steps on-don't ask me how Sten talked them into that, but somehow they're dumber than him, so I'm not stunned anyways." He grinned. "And then quick positioning and a lot of quick photos. I still like the oil painting best, though." "...This has been entirely too good of a day for you." Yuri noted. --- Citan sighed, as he backed away from the door. Well, at least he had blackmail material on two of the most influential people in the league. You never know when that will come in handy. And Citan always knows when to use things to his own advantage. Sara: 38 Lezard Valeth
Canas vs Ronfar
Orson Carola It's magic-user vs magic-user. Bugger for Ronny that he had to draw one who actually attacks well. Canas: 44 Ralff
Nino vs Kornell
SageAcrin "HAH! A little girl like you can't possibly defe-" Kornell's words were chopped off by a massive pillar of fire smashing him in the face. "...Hey! Damn you! I'm not just some joke! You have to le-" Again, his words were cut off. Nino shrugged, and kept firing fireballs as an increasingly irate Kornell tried desperately to say his piece. This was the Duelling League! He was free from the restraining shackles of the world that had cruelly bound him! The world that had drifted aimlessly away from him, as he fell into a deep, dark plothole! And he still was not allowed even a scene here? No dramatic battle? Just fireballs to the face as he tried to talk!? This was...this was... As he fell into unconciousness, his last thoughts were the horrific realization that, in trying to not look like a fool, he hadn't even attacked... Nino shrugged again. She was just doing what she'd been told to... She did kinda feel sorry for the guy, though. --- Violetta smiled. "You know, you're a man after my own heart." She noted, as a cloaked figure handed her a small bag. "Ruthless, yet cruel." "I just do what I have to." Jaffar said flatly, as he walked off. Nino: 26
Lowen vs Tia
Ralff All Tia has to do to beat Lowen is be completely silent (hair in the eyes, you see). Unfortunately, Tia's a bit too talkative to do that and she really can't stand up to many of Lowen's blows. Lowen: 28 
Mojo vs Spar
Taishyr Mojo pins. Mojo bracelets. Mojo t-shirts! Mojo underwear! Yes, there's little that can't be made out of Mojo, the self-regenerating lucky voodoo doll! Order today and buy two, get one of equal or lesser value free! Courtesy of Yggdrasil Clothing Incorporated. Yggdrasil: The Fury of Nature Compels You. Submit your application today and be safe when the redneck trees rule the land! Mojo: 13 
Lani vs Roland
Taishyr One sinkhole, conveniently placed in the middle of the Arena. One fighter with a crossbow and heavy clothing, plus a fair bit of metal. One mercenary upset at her luck and her record in the DL. "Wata go down da hooooooooole! Dummy go down da hoooooooooole!" Because you're never too old for Plucky Duck impersonations. Lani: 50 
Cyan Garamonde vs Zegai
AAA Yeesh, beat again in an arena setting, Zegai? Maybe the wild hunter gig is more your style. Congrats, Cyan, you won yet again. I guess those Dispatches really add up, hmm? I think the main thing we can take from this battle, beyond the obvious advantages to wearing full armor, is that having a mustache is far superior to just ladling on the warpaint. I can think of no other reason for Cyan's victory. What? What's this devilry about 'stats' and 'in-game use'? Pfft. People and their crazy theories. Cyan Garamonde: 42
Rejected! superaielman Seifer's idiocy is a powerful weapon. Can anything crack it? Fujin had tried insulting her former boss, beatings. Nothing worked. RAGE! It hadn't taken much to pound Seifer into dirt, not much could withstand a pissed off Fujin. There.. was one thing left. Something so hideous, so foul, that she hadn't been willing to use it. Till now. "SEIFER. I AM DATING... ZELL..."! Seifer instantly popped to his feet, ignoring the dozen large cuts on his body and his broken ribs from Fujin's boots. "CHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENWUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Seifer moved faster than you'd expect someone with several dozen broken bones and a tremedous amount of lost blood. ---- Ten minutes later Seifer limped back into the arena, even more beaten now that before. His trademark trench coat was torn off his body, and his swordarm was covered in blood. Fresh blood. Seifer used his gunblade as a crunch with his right hand. His left hand grasped a rather round object, still dripping blood. Seifer casually tossed Zell's head or what was left of it at Fujin, and began ranting. "Da..ting.. Zell? Ha... not if I have anything to say about *thud*" Fujin went over and gently prodded Seifer with her foot, completely ignoring Zell's head that was rolling slowly out of the arena. No response. Seifer was out cold. It may have been only for a split second, but the man who lead the commitee for all those years and battles had been part of her posse. He was back. Maybe not for good, but it was still something. A weird sound escaped from Fujin's lips. Then again. Raijin, who had been silently dragging the remains of the losers out of the arena during all this, looked on in shock and some fear at the noise coming from Fujin. Yes. She was giggling. And with good reason, Seifer was back! Fujin and Raijin: 25 Seifer: 9 Everyone hates Seifer: 23 DragoonJay
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