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Shadow is known to be a fearsome opponent, able to vanish like the wind and strike unseen. While this proved to be too much for lesser duellers, Legretta has no such difficulties with an elusive foe. Being a God General and skilled warrior boss lets her take hits well. A Tack Star will merely irritate her, letting her unleash Holy Lance to take care of any pesky invisibility. From there a Prism Ballet will be the final fate of Shadow, stripped of his one potent trick and thus helpless to resist her. Not even Interceptor can stop the quick draw guns of Legretta in that eventuality... it's just all over for Shadow then. |
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The stealthy ninja and deadbeat dad Shadow has had nothing but easy assassinations this season thanks to his Vanish Edges and speed. While that strategy won’t earn him his meal in this match thanks to his opponent's magic, Shadow holds all the cards he needs. Shadow can avoid her physical damage with Blink and his loyal Interceptor, heal away what little her magic does by throwing Gravity Rods at himself, and ignore her defense by chucking deadly weapons at her to bring her down quickly Shadow’s reputation as a hardened assassin is on the line, and he’ll be sure to collect his nickel in the ring today. |
Monkeyfinger When an elite gunner and a master ninja meet to fight, there can only be one kind of crowd to witness it: A huge group consisting half of morbidly obese, piss drunk NRA rednecks that have smaller hicks with names like Cletus and Cooter and Dale orbiting around their center of gravity, and the other half comprised of pasty, equally fat japanophiles wearing Bleach shirts, Naruto headbands, and a sweat stench so think as to be visible. Their purpose? To settle the ages old debate of the blade of the ninja vs. a big fuckin' gun. Shadow snuck up on Legretta, slashed her brutally, and did a graceful tumble backwards. Legretta did a lightning fast pirouette and shot at him. Interceptor leapt to catch the bullet, bit it, and spit it into the stands. Shadow drew out the power of a vanish edge and disappeared, only to eat a searing blast of revealing white light followed by a couple bullets before he could capitalize on his new advantage. So then, the hicks hooted and hollered and shot their shooters into the air, the nerds broke down crying, got laughed at, pulled out their plastic katanas and started hacking away. Oh yeah, a bunch of them got massacred, but as soon as the bullets on the other side ran out the nerds became a huge, unstoppable moving demon wall of rancid flab, slithering over their opposition and suffocating most of them, as well as countless of their own number, to death. The two duellers quit fighting and looked slackjawed at the scene above them. Did their fighting styles, when allowed to be seen by the masses, really attract so much stupidity, so much needless carnage? Was this the fruits of their lifetimes of training? Staring the enormity of their situation right in the face, Shadow and Legretta reacted quite logically. Shadow committed sepukku, while Legretta became an hero, much to the dismay of the few surviving onlookers. Oh yeah, Shadow's katana went into and out of his belly before Legretta's bullet went through her own brainpan so Legretta won. Legretta: 47 |
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