Fou-Lu smash, dices and...
What? Isn't that what he always does to his opponent? What's so new here?
The newest part is that Fou decides to use the new cooking utensil he acquired from 'Cooker 8' to do the job.
Let us say the judges felt a bit queasy.
Every single match against the Wings of Valmar comes down to speed. If you can stop Millenia before she unloads a Spellbinding Eye and slaughters you where you stand?
Marino is as fast as the tropical sunset, as swift as a fading footstep, as quick as a glint of light. Far quicker than Millenia can handle, once she goes Quicksilver and destroys Millenia with a speedy, deadly combo.
In true Godlike tradition, the match was not fought out with actual battle. Instead, a game was proposed. Pulled out of a somehow very spiteful Hat, the sport was decided to be Blitzball.
Everyone had already resigned themselves to a Jecht victory, as Blitzball was what he did best.
Yeah, no one really saw it coming when Gilbert turned out to be super talented at it and beat Jecht at his own game.
In fact, the crowd was left stunned. The DL healers are still working on those who haven't exited their state of catatonic shock.
Imagine it like this. All the wrath of Soul Eater advances on poor Cecilia! The assault is overwhelming...and bounces off her parasol like raindrops. From amid the maelstrom of Judgment, the counterfire shreds Tir apart in a single blast.
Cecilia Lyne Adelhyde: 31
"That was brilliant!"
"Hahaha! Of course it was!"
Flay's proud figure was unmistakable. The leader of the workshop had once again proven his superior intellect... or at least that his crazy plans did sometimes work.
What was the plan, you ask?
Well, it came out that Elly suffered some guilt over things she had done in her past. Apparently it still hounded her a little in her nightmares, and she just couldn't shake it off herself.
So Flay proposed that Pamela gave the evil sinner her just desserts. Pamela, quick to catch on, agreed, and with some effort from Vayne and Roxis, they made Pamela an outfit very similar to Elly's.
Pamela dyed her hair, and then went on to haunt Elly the night before the match.
Suffice to say, the day of the actual match Elhaym van Houten could not attend. Her psychologists deemed her unable to--the cause was allegedly the 'spirit of her past self' coming to 'chastise her' over her 'past mistakes'.
The judges all agreed to let Pamela pass to the next round, as not a shred of evidence could be found that Flay couldn't refute. Given the jury was compromised of Souji, Sephiroth and Ryu4, perhaps this is not so surprising. After all, not one of them is known for their particular verbal insistance and zeal in discovering a ghastly truth.
One Fei Fong Wong has gone on appeal.
Pamela Ibis: 24
"POSITIVE THINKING POSITIVE THINKING POSITIVE THINKING ohgod I'm gonna die gonna die gonna die gonna die" Vayne whimpered, running from the arena, being chased by Maya.
Riding Groudon. And laughing madly as she shot at Vayne's fleeing form, wooping from on top of the legendary monster. "Yeeee-haw! That's right, little boy - run while you still can! Maya's gonna get you!" With that Groudon flew over the arena walls in pursuit, as Maya yelled out into the crisp morning air, "LET'S POSITIVE THINKING, EVERYONE~~~..."
Angela, stunned, slowly turned to Magus. "How was that lega- under what rules could that have been le- how did that - what-"
Magus shrugged slightly. "She successfully got the League to agree that she needed some sort of compensation to fairly compete against Vayne, since he was fighting with his cat - clearly support. She was going to enlist Kyogre, but apparently she went with Groudon instead as Kyogre's in this season."
"BUT GROUDON AND A CAT AREN'T-"
"She also successfully argued that she could win anyway, and that she just wanted to 'motivate' Vayne." Magus shrugged. "Really, do you care enough to pursue this?"
"...no." Angela grunted, slumping in her chair. "I just wanted to see an actual fight."
Vayne Aurelius: 11
Sasarai held the powers of a True Rune, and could pretty much manipulate the earth every way he ruddy well liked it. Meanwhile, Lyon had the power over Twilight. It... wasn't so vaunted, and paled a little. Lyon, admittedly, was unsure whether it'd be able to withstand the True Earth Rune.
Sasarai, recognising her plight, opted for his skills of persuasion and offered a compromise.
No one is really sure why Lyon decided to forfeit the match before they'd even began.
Sasarai has delegated all questions into the matter to Dios. Dios is surprisingly quiet about the matter, although he let slip that his leader may or may not have offered using his True Earth Rune in a way that is beneficial to either Lyon or the Queendom of Falena.
On the other hand, there's this rumour going about how Edge Eblan's pretty much been cast into a very deep, very crushing ravine that just so happened to appear overnight.
Boomerang's aversion to ARMS users is noted. After all, was it not Rudy who helped defeat him in the first place? It's no surprise that Boomy doesn't match up against someone who masters guns and can hide behind his Goddess for protective magic and healing.Unless Boomy's convinced the judges that his Boomerang Flash form is legal in the DL (Very unlikely), he's about to come to a very inglorious end at the hands of an Ethos priest.
So you want to make the perfect revenge right? Through careful studying of THE LIST Seifer determined that obscured by some mildly mangled translation and maybe after being distracted by a hot threesome (how DOES Hammer do that?) Seifer has determined that one of his NEMESIS who do not understand his ROMANTIC DREAM is going to be open for some retributive actions. Rune may have made him look like the Not Winner previously, but Seifer would show him, he would build a flying time machine with machine guns and laser swords on it and totally show him who is boss by murdering him as a child. Take THAT Causality. So Seifer goes back in time to fight Rune as a younger more useless character and beats up Rune when he was Noah, because beating up 8-bit mages is sooooo coooool. Next on THE LIST is to fly back in time surfing on one of his laser sword time machines through space on a unicorn taped to a duck and totally push Lich's mother down the stairs after she has given birth to him so that Lich will be deprived of all motherly love and turn into a bad person. Because that is how they roll in the west side.
(Secretly the Unicorn is a penis, the laser sword is baby oil and Space is a man)
Arenas come in all kinds of shapes and sizes in the DL. From the standard colloseum types, to the theme ones for all the odd requests the judges inexplicably accept, to the high security ones, for when a match is going on that no one wants the DL jokers to interrupt. So, while it's no surprise that there's arenas that can swallow a few football fields as you need something Myria can fit in, it is a little more surprising when you have a match between two middles taking place in one of them.
Seems Ursula had managed to convince the judges that the best type of match between herself and Max, as leaders of armies, was to have them lead their armies in a big battle. And after getting it approved, made sure that Max conveniently ever told. After all, bad guys don't ever play fair. And as expected, Max showed up, just on time, all by himself, ready to be taken apart by Ursula's army. What Ursula forgot was that all the rest of the Shining Force had nothing better to do than sit around until Max needed them, and that the little room they hung out in had exits everywhere, including apparently DL arenas.
The fight between Oswin and Vincent went about as expected. Oswin showed up, Vincent showed up. Vincent started sniping at Oswin, Oswin countered and continued his offense with superb lancework.
And then Vincent turned into a monster, growling at Oswin... who apparently didn't know this about Vincent at all.
And who panicked and flung all five lances he had in his stock at Vincent at once, OHKOing him.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Spears are all well and good, as are guns, but nothing beats a fight or flight reaction to the face.
Y'see, Wiegraf knows how much Monks suck. As seeing Ramza use Chakra over and over and over is a real downer, he's not inclined to mess around here. Oh no, not at all. Therefore the best strategy is an overwhelming offense - and a handful of Archaic demons jumping Grand Master before the fight starts. It's dirty, but it certainly worked!
Grand Master: 7
Genis was used to the mockery and the taunts. After all, when you're a Tales mage, there's not really a whole lot you're all that good at, and he was among the worst. But that was alright, because he had one talent that was his, and his alone. A skill where he stood alone, peerless and unmatched. Until now.
"Oh yeah!" Aisha said as she twitched her hand and the ball effortlessly flew into the cup. "You wouldn't believe how much time we had. Just sitting around in towns, or tromping around just to get anywhere. And that's just the battles, don't get me started on those tribute runs or treasure hunts. Had to do something, with all that time."
As Aisha continued rambling on and doing a couple behind the hand flips, Genis slunk away in miserable defeat.
Genis Sage: 15
ONE TO THREE CHACHACHA, THREE FOUR CHACHACHA.
There's something about ruggedly manly men who wield axes and don't afraid of anything that is appealing. It's impossible to point out just what about them is appealing. They just are.
Irenes acknowledges this. When she further learned that Garcia apparently had no wife, she added one and one together.
Garcia, who was just about as well with smashing axe in face, decided to just go along with Irenes' proposition, as honestly, the entire CAN'T ARGUE WITH AN AXE TO THE FACE routine was honestly becoming a bit cliché.
And so, Garcia went on a date with Irenes. And, as long as he'd promised to at least call her again and give it a try, she was content with forfeiting the match.
Not like she felt there was much future in being a mere Chrono Cross scrub. Really. You can't fault her. She got a ruggedly manly man with an axe out of the deal.
Purim facepalmed as Randi lunged at Thomas, who simply sidestepped with a bemused expression. "Uh... aren't you supposed to be the Hero of Mana-"
"SHUT UP!" Randi bellowed, swiping at Thomas ineffectually. "I'm good at swordfighting! You're just - argh, stand still!"
"... I think you're good at, uh, beating people up with a sword." Thomas said carefully, before, "Definitely better than me, I mean, don't get me wrong, but... you don't know how to use it for defense? Kinda? I'm sorry, but... really, who taught you?"
"I had to teach myself!" Randi bellowed, trying a jumping slash and getting spilled onto the arena floor for his troubles. Thomas sighed. "Ah. Juan taught me, and he's one of the best fighters I know. So... yeah. Sorry." Holding his blade to Randi's neck, "I win. Good luck next time you get in!"