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Yawn. Another battle, but this time it's in Heavy, right? Well, no matter what, Juan's stance on these things is never going to change. He's going to stay asleep as long as he can and wait it out like always. It's the tried and true method, so he might as well just keep it up. Not only that, but he's so tired anyway... Either way, Isaac can do whatever he wants to Juan before he wakes up, but the very moment anything damaging hits him... well, we all know what happens. Isaac can't survive more than few slugs from Juan, no matter what kind of magic he's cast in the interim. It's too bad Juan keeps winning. He really just wants to go to sleep, but this kind of battle can't be avoided, I guess. |
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Isaac should have a perfect chance to prove his mettle against the ever-sleeping Juan. The slacker isn't exactly a tough nut to crack to begin with - fairly frail, his only claim to fame, outside of the sleeping, is being able to hit things fairly hard like the master bujitsu teacher he is. But asleep, he can't fight back. Isaac can use this time to poison, paralyze and sap Juan's agility before he even strikes the first blow. And of course, what better blow to use than a powerful Judgment summon? The sheer destructive power of it should be more than enough to crush the sleepy warrior. Isaac won't even need healing, Ragnarok or any of his other tricks to take down this second-rate Heavy. |
SageAcrin Isaac was bereft. No one to talk to. No one to tell him what to do. No one to help him out. What was he to do!? They'd even gagged Garet! He couldn't ask him if he wanted to start the fight! He didn't even have a personality! He couldn't decide these things!? --- "So Isaac's been staring at a sleeping Juan for fifty five hours. Can we just call this a draw yet?" Nate asked, yawning prodigiously. "League rules state 72 hours." Rolf replied miserably. "...you have to be kidding..." Nate sighed, and downed more coffee. Rika snored peacefully from her judges box. And then, suddenly, it was over. Isaac, shrieking with the pent-up frustrating of fifty five hours of indecision, swung his blade-strangely altered-at Juan. And a massive meteor fell on him. "Thank god." Isaac said in the direction of the charred, non-breathing, but otherwise fairly similar-looking body of Juan slumped on the floor. With a sigh, as he proceeded to slump into sleep on the arena floor, exhausted. "...what did...what?" Rolf stammered. "Oh, if I had to guess, he stood there long enough to upgrade to his sequel form." Nate replied. "Now be quiet. I'm going to sleep right here, and to hell with comfort." "...Sounds good to me." Rolf replied, as he made himself comfortable in the judge's seat. Juan recovered rapidly, and overall was very happy with the match. No one had ever let him sleep in that long before. He was going to have to try to get a rematch some time. Juan: 25 Silverlocke980
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