"I AM THE INCARNATION OF HATRED!" Zeromus screamed at Ghaleon as the match began. "I CANNOT BE DEFEATED! I CAN CONTROL PEOPLE'S MINDS!"
Ghaleon smiled. "I had Nash as a student. N-A-S-H. Can you beat that?"
Zeromus bowed his head, whimpered, and exited the arena.
Seymour had another plan. He wasn't going to defeat Zophar in single combat, oh no. He had a better idea. The same idea, in fact, that he had attempted with Sin back in Spira before being so rudely interrupted. Nothing was stopping him this time.
With a wave of his hand, the Summoner dissolved into a stream of pyreflies, and directed himself to the one place he knew Zophar would never suspect him to be. Deep inside the monster's massive body. Reforming, he allowed himself a smug smile. Victory would be his.
"... what are you doing here?" came a voice. It was a young Karayan, a boy from what some in the DL referred to playfully as 'the Suikoverse'. Seymour recognised him as Hugo, another member of the DL. Seymour idly wondered how this boy had come to be here, but paid that thought no more heed as he took the opporunity to exposit to someone, anyone, about his great plan.
"What am I doing? I am part of Zophar, I am one with Zophar... forever!"
"Zophar just absorbed you," said the boy simply.
"I will learn to control him... from within! I have all the time in the world! Since you were gracious enough to dispose of Hiro, the only means of destroying Zophar... is forever gone!"
"Um, Hugo, I mean, I, lost to Hi-" the boy began, but Seymour wasn't paying attention.
"Now nothing can stop us!"
"Well I can," said Hugo.
"By all means, try!" said Seymour, adopting his Omnis form and preparing a quadracast.
"If you insist..." said 'Hugo', as his form rippled into a highly androgynous, four-armed humanoid. "Die yet again, mortal," said Zophar to a shocked Seymour as he attacked.
One Fate Storm later, and yet another Seymour plan had been undone. "Well, that went well enough," muttered Zophar to himself. "Still, I wonder why Seymour didn't fall for my bait with the attractive underaged boy? The creepy voice, the choice of marriage partner, the mommy issues... could I have been wrong about him, even based on that evidence...?"
Standing before her Citan took in Choko's appearance, a young, and seemingly quite innocent, girl. He knew the truth, but for once couldn't separate his reasoning from his emotions, and therefore couldn't bring himself to hit her. Choko, having no such inhibitions, then made short work of the good doctor.
Citan Uzuki (Hyuga Ricdeau): 2
Might? Magic? Plain old perversion?
Though might and magic are amazing weapons, it cannot be denied that perversion has caused more damage than anything. I mean, how many lawsuits have been brought up on account of perverted acts? Magic, might...they haven't spawned anything too bad. I mean, lawyers are infinitely more evil than the wars and murders that might and magic can spawn. Hence, the master of perverted acts, Albedo himself, beats plain old magical Deis.
When Beatrix talked to Georg about his match with Altima, she made what could possibly have been the smartest choice in her life - converting to the worship of St. Ajora.
The power of science is one thing.
The power of a plain old physical attack is another.
When the two met, it was obvious that there could only be one winner. As proven by the shattered glasses and the sound of Triple Sword hitting flesh, it was proven that science can't do it all. Tatjana shouldn't be let down, though. The power of science will help her heal after the match..
Red was confident as the match was about to begin. After all, why shouldn't he be? Alkaiser had proven to be strong enough to grab the win in the Eliminations match, and there was no way this frail little girl was going to be able to take a Re-Al-Pheonix, giving him an easy path to the Semifinals. With that in mind, the match began and he transformed into Alkaiser.
Or at least, he tried to transform. For no reason he could place, though, he hadn't turned into Alkaiser. It was then that he noticed the dramatic figure in white standing upon the arena walls.
"Leo? What're you doing here in that stupid mask?"
"Leo?" replied the White Knight. "Who is this Leo you speak of? I am... Mystere!" he paused briefly for a dramatic flourish of his cape.
"...Look, why're you here Leo?"
"Again with this Leo? Unlike some people who shan't be named, Mystere doesn't reveal who he really is!"
Red felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he heard that... He wasn't supposed to let people know who Alkaiser was, and apparently it had been decided that turning into Alkaiser in the middle of a gladatorial deathmatch in front of a large audience somehow didn't mesh with that.
"Uhhh... you here for anything else besides telling me that?" Red asked cautiously, hoping nothing more would be coming.
"Indeed there is! I was instructed to make sure that you remember this. In other words, you need a spanking!"
And, before Red could do much of anything, Mystere leapt into the ring, catching Red easily. And then, with a cry of "Discipline feels good!" soundly paddled him with the flat of his blade. It was a short and rather disturbing affair that, when over, left an image of Red slinking off the field, Mystere bounding off with a cry of "My Name is Mystere, remember it!", and Rydia, standing there with a stunned expression on her face as all that had just happened slowly dawned on her.
Unfortunatly for poor Rydia, just as soon as she managed to come to grips with the fact that she had won without casting a single spell, she had to come to grips with the fact that she hadn't won. It seems the ever fickle judges had decided that this time, a random third party hopping into the ring and spanking one of the participants would indeed count as interference.
The fact of the matter is, this match proves that it's not so much how fancy you can throw things, in spirals, large loops, and directly into people's throats.
No, in the end, it's just how big and pointy the thrown weapon is.
Alys, for all her throwing skill, just can't manage to throw anything as pointy as a Tack Star, nor nearly as heavy as a lance made of solid gold.
Philia and Lemina have several things in common. An uberspell that keeps them in middle, the fact that they're the token main attack mages from their game, and the fact that they both OHKO eachother with the aformentioned uberspell. Now ignoring the fact that the average speed Philia wins the quickdraw, Philia wins this simply because it's a proven fact that Green Hair is better than Blone Hair. Come on, can you think of a game where the Green Haired mage is bested by the Blonde Haired mage? I think not!
Lemina Ausa: 5
Jibril didn't even have to fight Mog. Before the match, he simply said, "Brigandine is awesome!". Then an odd cartoony figure weilding an oversized hammer lept in, and swung it at Mog. They were still cleaning up the floor after the match was called.
Strago's an old man, and hence, he'll have trouble keeping up with the younger, more agile Kyra.
Of course, Strago, being older, is also wiser. Thinking ahead, he called the local pharmacy, and had Bowman deliver some "special" prescriptions to him a week before the match. The day of the battle saw Kyra running screaming from the arena, as Strago now reached a height of ten feet, though he was still as short as ever. Ah, the magic of science. But, more to the point, the magic of being able to play to a young girl's worst fears; a horny old man.
Kyra Tierny: 5
Elena called off the match nearly as soon as it was scheduled. Apparently, Demi had introduced her to a special, smaller, more personal "sonic buster"; Elena still hasn't come out of her dressing room.
Porom didn't even show up for the match. She had apparently heard of this "Chaos" guy before, and the pains he could inflict on someone, and so set out to do something about it. Knowing that he was way too powerful for Light, she started a campaign called "Final Bosses for Godlike Only!", which she and the immensely powerful Evil Gaia headed. Of course, after she learned she was going to fight chaos and not Chaos, she then started ANOTHER political movement, this one called "RPG makers need to be more creative when naming characters!", which she's still running today, with support from such notables as Kain, Kain, and Kain. So far, she's become very successful with it, but it still hasn't changed the fact that chaos won.
Meet Random Chrono Chross Mage A. Meet Random Suikoden 3 Fighter B. RS3FB meets RCCMA, and RS3FB... you know what, screw it. Guile sucks, and fears Futch's physical. Next.
Shante sucks. Marivel sucks blood. I don't need to tell you which is more likely to cause fear in a duel, do I?
Marivel Armitage: 10
Lani was rather surprised to enter the arena to a Elly dressed in a similar costume to her own, sporting a obviously hastily-made combination of one of her Rods and a massive blade.
"What's going on here?" Lani asked...but, as soon as the words left her mouth, a strange humming sound could be heard. Elly, with amazingly fast speed, lept up and over Lani, kicking Lani's back so that she stumbled into the same spot Elly was standing a few moments before.
In the stunned silence, a large vortex of light could be seen enveloping Lani. As it ended, Lani stared blankly for a moment, before falling over to the ground.
"I...uhhhmm...kind of got into a fight with Fei, last night. I figured this would be the easiest way to handle it. He always calms down after beating something up..."
Return of the Kings
If there's anything that needs to be remembered about free for alls, it's that they're all about politics. It doesn't matter who's faster, stronger, smarter, or even better, it's all about who's better at not getting attacked, and in getting the best position for the inevitable showdown at the end. Given that Delita was able to do this masterfully against a group containing Vormav Tingel, Dycedarg Beoulve, Cidolfas Orlandu, and Prince Goltana. Now imagine how easy it's gonna be for him to play this group of political halfwits against each other.