The DL arena, a site of countless victories and losses, setbacks and achivements, has grown quiet over the years. No longer did every other week feature the frantic adventures of a certain ninja prince and his friends, instead settling into a 'peaceful' of combat for simple advancement.
"I don't know. What's the point? I've done it all over the years." That was Edge's refrain when countless friends and allies asked him why he had been so well behaved of late. With no challenge, with no one to seriously anger, why make the effort?
Then Piastol's long hiatus came to an end.
More than Thundergod Cid, more than Rydia, more than even the fighters who had actually beaten Edge in combat, Piastol was responsible for more setbacks than any one person in Edge's DL career. She had somehow overcame his best efforts to win a third title during her last run, to barely be stopped at the last second by Emelious. Her appearing after all the titans of Godlike had fought the season before meant a clear path a record setting fourth title, and glory beyond measure for the Angel of Death. There's no way Edge would stand that.
Piastol hadn't bothered to set guards. Her faithful hound was in her corner, and no one else. Who did did a three time champion need? The power of Eternum would stop Celes's heartbeat mere milliseconds before the fight starts; another success in a long line for one of Godlike's best bounty hunters. The so gentle sound of a *thump* hit Piastol's ears, and she smiled without thinking. Ahh, the fight was over already. Realization smote her a second later, as she hadn't used Eternum yet, and Celes still stood. That thump had come from behind; what had happened?" That thump was the sound of her beloved Deathhound hitting the ground, with a small arsenal of thrown weapons in it's corpse.
A grinning Edge stood near the exit of the arena, with several Fumas still in hand. "Piastol! Baby! It's been so long. You don't call, you don't write, and you don't fight. How are we supposed to continue our love affair if you're never around? Maybe you prefer hard to get? Well, come and catch me then!" Edge waved at Piastol and sprinted out of the arena, laughing at the top of his lungs. Piastol started to follow Edge, only to be interrupted by the the sound of a chime. The fight was starting. A Flare spell followed right on the heels of that sound, damaging Piastol and reminding her that she had to win the fight. Edge could be dealt with at her leisure, but she had to win her fight with celes first.
Piastol drew her weapon and prepared to take the former Imperial General down with an attack or two. Oh yes, would Edge pay. He couldn't run forever, the Angel of Death was faster and would -not- rest until victory was hers.
Rashidi specializes in combating with humans- he usually relies on his wits and connections to handle the divine, as showen by his seduction of Mizal and magical manipulation of the Dragoons. Straight combat with beings of actual Godlike power has to be done fast, lest Rashidi's mortal body betray him. Avalon is the worst of both worlds for Rashidi. He possesses the power of a God from his Origin, and yet still isn't a fully divine being. He's also powerful enough to make any offer of alliance worthless, as he has a loyal minion on Velna to handle such magical duties. It's going to be a straight fight for Rashidi, and not one that favors him in the least. Better luck next time.
Part one was a success. The target (Piastol) had been successfully engaged (Pissed off) and would now attempt to track the quarry (Edge) and find a solution to their dispute (Slaughter him, sacrifice his soul to the nearest Great Old One, and start a time loop and repeat a few dozen times.) Part two is finding someone to mediate the conflict (Fight Piastol) while Edge looks for a win-win solution for all parties. (He runs for his life.)
Edge's many talents included sealth, trash talking, first aid, and the ability to pick a fight like someone with a death wish. Surprisingly, thelogical debate is one of his talents. As a crown prince of a large kingdom, he recevied a classical education rivaling that of anyone in the DL verse. Edge being Edge, he ignored most of said teachings, but can pull out a surprisingly good argument about the nature of man and faith when he feels the need.
"Lamington, we can spend all day arguing the specific wisdom of a mortal claiming the title and responsiblity of 'angel', and what being an angel entails for such a person. What is not for debate is that one who claims such a lofty, holy title can go around on rampages, killing everything in sight. As Highest, I was hoping you could have a word with Piastol about changing the nature of her wonton ways."
The Seraph of Celestia said nothing to this, merely nodding his head at Edge's words. Any verbal response Lamington was pondering was cut off by the sound of hellish shrieking and rapidly approaching footsteps. Piastol had nearly caught up.
It was past time for Edge to be gone. A little magical aid would assist with this...
Piastol saw the briefest glimpse of Edge running out of the doors at the opposite end of the arena, with a heavy blanket of smoke otherwise obscuring her view. She had made good time and caught up to Edge in minutes! Perfect. She began sprinting in the direction of Edge, only to be stopped in her tracks by Lamington's hand on her shoulder. "Piastol. My child. Perhaps it is time to have a word about your behavior. A lady, and one who claims a holy title should not be so full of hate and ready to fight. A peaceful course of action is always best-"
Lamington's words were broken off as Piastol shook off his powerful grip and took off once again after Edge, She burst through the far arena doors in a matter of seconds and began charging down the nearest hallway- yes, she was on the right track. The faint whips of smoke still clung to the hallway, making an easy trail for the talented bounty hunter to follow.
A burning sensastion struck her on the shoulder, distracting her yet again from her hunt.She turned around, even more annoyed than before. This was the third time someone had attacked her from behind today! Lamington stood behind her, hands glowing and looking ready to hand down judgement. "My child, while a peaceful course of action is always best, some do not respond well to this. I regret that I will have to forefit my battle with Arc and instead bring a willful child like yourself back to the path of goodness." Piastol groaned. She did not have time for this right now. Lamington didn't look ready to back down, and Piastol was frankly not in the mood to do so either.
Piastol's Tempest Dance pushed Lamington back. She'd knock Lamington out as quickly as possible and go back to hunting Edge right after.
Arc Eda Ricolne: 18
Edge's plan had executed. Piastol was enraged to the point of murder, and would be pushed to her physical limits by Lamington. All that was needed was an escape for now. Piastol, even heavily wounded, is far more than Edge can handle in a straight up fight.
Edge jogged into the fourth Godlike arena, panting from his exerertions. The fight here was nearly packed to the rafters, as both Belial and Loki were considered extremely powerful fighters. Like the best plans, Edge hadn't spent long working on this. His escape, however, didn't need much planning.
Nothing like a bracing fight with a divine being to get the blood flowing in the most literal sense. Piastol had won her fight with Lamington, using most of her strength and reserves to take him down and once again go after Edge. The direction he had sprinted off to was the Godlike arena in the back. This arena had no back exit- it was time for Edge to man up and face his punishment! Piastol kicked down the massive doors in front of the arena, and strode through the now open doorway. Sure enough, Edge was in the arena, near Belial.
Edge had walked up to Belial and began speaking. Piastol couldn't make what was said, but fragments of the conversation floated back through the crowd to her ears.
"...Called Scythe a loser..."
"...Worse than Dario.."
"...He'll never escape that 4-D pocket as long as Belial's alive.."
Sure enough, Edge had vanished into thin air, and Belial's face had twisted into a visage of absolute hate and fury.
Fury? Oh, Piastol had fury. She was long past the point of wanting to deal with this nonsense. She strode up to Belial, ignoring her wounds. "He's MINE, you skank!" Belial, either too angry from Edge's words from before or assuming that Piastol was talking about Scythe, also wasn't in the mood to hear anything. She threw herself at Piastol and began attacking at close range with her bare fists, literally trying to beat the Angel of Death to death with her hands.
Loki neither knew nor care about why the girls were fighting. It was just an opportunity for the trickster god to avoid a fight, and he wasn't about to give that up. He summoned his full magical powers, and let look the terrible power of Indiscrimate on Belial and Piastol.
Edge appeared out of thin air, a meter or so off the ground and not worse for the wear. He didn't have a perfect idea of what he had missed, but Belial and Piastol's broken bodies and Loki's cackling laugh made Edge pretty damn certain that things had worked out more or less according to plan. Edge walked off towards his rooms, already planning on how to counter Piastol's response. Oh yes. There's no way that she was done with him- and even if Piastol was, she had a battle against Avalon to fight next week. The possiblities were -endless-.
Fei's fast. It's not surprising, when you think about it. The man was raised partly under the watchful eye of Dr Uzuki, one of the fastest in any universe. Fei isn't as fast as the good doctor, but he's fast enough to run circles around most Heavies and is quicker to the draw than Celia. His damage is more than 'good'. Unlike his speed which is a result of his martial arts training under Citan, his physical strength is drawn directly from his power as the Contact. He can literally destroy gears with his bare hands once he masters Yamikei. Celia may be a demon of incredible powers, but no simple demon can withstand the terrifying powers of Fei once he begins attacking.
Fei Fong Wong: 28
Combat between two masters is a sight to behold. There were no tricks associated with this duel, just the flash of a blade, the thrust of a spear, the death-cry of defeat and the roar of victory.
So Richard actually got to compete in his arena appearance this time. One step up from his last appearance in Falena's tournament. Hopefully next time he will fare better still and win a match, but his chances of that happening are higher if he doesn't ever again face the country gal full of Wrath.
Poor Albedo. His fall from grace is the stuff of DL legends. Once a Godlike champion who went toe to toe in the finals twice with Ghaleon, he has been relegated to Godlike whipping boy and running joke. All he wants is a Ma Peche to find and love! :( That's the story he tried to use when he tried to get admission to the Jean vs Yulie fight. Some hussy girl charming the apple of his eye? Never! (Ignore the fact that Albedo mistook Yulie for MOMO.) A freshly revived and healed Piastol had been tapped to guard the door to prevent Jr's sibling from causing trouble. The same Piastol who had had her pet dog killed in front of her and been taunted repeatedly by Edge, who fought several Godlikes in a row. Who was noted for her anti perversion stances.
The resulting bloodbath was so horrendous, so gory, and so completely cruel, that Piastol received a marriage proposal from one Luca Blight for 'going above and beyond the call of duty in slaughtering that pig'. (Which led to a shrieking Piastol getting into a bloody melee with Luca right after that, but that's a story for another day.) The butchering had been so completeted sadistic that Yulie had fainted from the carnage and was in no shape to fight Jean.
Erim's always had a weakness. She's been very human, always seeming to want the opposite of what she has. So what happens when Renee pulls some strings and offers her full enrollment into the Al-Revis academy in exchange to no-show in her RPGDL fight? Well, let's put it this way. Even a Sinistral can look cute and girly in a school uniform.
Renee Kearse: 17
Unfortunately, Kain betrayed his team before the match.
Of course, Kain technically wins too, but when you win that way, you're definitely a loser.
Broken sword, broken armor, broken girl. It all breaks apart. Vormav not only wins, but he inspires a famous emo band with those very lyrics. Altima would be proud of him.
Anna Lemouri: 14
Robots normally immune instant death in some form or the other. Aigis, unluckily, does not. Even worse is that Gryz has a form of instant death that specializes in hitting robots. But the really insulting part? His normal form of ID, where he hits something so hard it just -explodes-?
It's called crash. Poor Aigis. Her last loss involved a fighter hitting her horrible thunder weakness .Now she's facing someone who can give her a blue screen of death.
Kanji's a brawler of the old school. From the old school punk outfit, to using a bloody desk as a weapon, to being as a tough as nails, he is not someone you want to pick a fight with. Marcy's a Deva. Yes, the same group of Devas that spawned such fantastic fighters as Dario and Zoah. Marcy may stand a chance if she got the boys together to try and jump Kanji, but by herself? She'll be lucky to hear anything at all once Kanji screams "PERSONA!" and hits her with enough force to make her think that Chrono Cross plot makes sense.
And so, Landis' splendid Lunar Blade technique slew Vaida within moments.
Wait, what the hell is that?
"...I...don't really see the blade in that..." Hugo noted queasily, as Landis pulled up his pants.
"Well, my rear is pretty bony, so...eheheheh." Landis cackled.
While Vaida's dragon couldn't manage to stomach the sight of Landis' posterior, Vaida herself seems to have mixed feelings. Mixed feelings that require getting very drunk, either way.
Selphie likes trains.
Ard likes dump trucks.
Clearly there is a mutual love of heavy machinery here.
As such, this can only be solved one way.
"....Ardardaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad~" Ard chimed out.
"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE IT REALLY IS BETTER!" Selphie cried, as the combined freight train and dump truck smashed through an arena wall, smashing into the crowd and bursting alight.
Well, it was Selphie's idea. It couldn't possibly go well, could it?
Of course, Ard was more than happy to throw the match. After all, Selphie had the idea.
Liz is still trying to figure out a way to market the idea. His current plan is to use it for orbital spacecraft launches.
How the hell will that work?
Ask the dump truck that somehow got up there.
What Beecham didn't know that Avril's defeat was only the beginning. Ahead of him lies a trip from the DL arena to parts far and wide. In his hand he holds an ORB. For Beecham must travel far, to the depths of the swarm and earth, to volacanos, to sunken shrines and even sky castles. In the end, it is his destiny to break the loop and face Ice Queen Avril.
Godspeed, Beecham! Good luck next round! You must win and upgrade! Save the ORBs, Beecham!
There's subtle tactics.
Then there's all out brute force.
"...Knew it!" Sanae snorted, as Chester fainted dead away.
Unsurprisingly, Chester is too innocent to handle even a peck on the cheek.
Of course, the bash to the head afterwards probably didn't hurt.
Sanae Yamamoto: 16