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Luke fon Fabre (Tales of the Abyss) |
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What? Are you serious? Is this Vincent really supposed to be a nobleman on the same level as Luke? He looks like he was given extensive lessons on being a pansy rather than any kind of training in combat. Oh well, Luke doesn't really mind. An easy win is an easy win, right? Combos are still the name of the game for Luke, and he'll be putting out far more damage than Vincent has seen thus far in the tournament. The Shredding might pose a threat, but Vincent has very few shots of it and it only provides Luke with a helpful Wind Field of Fonons. After being held back for so long, Luke isn't about to be denied his trip to the finals by some foppish noble like Vincent! |
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Aha, a fellow nobleman! Surely this shall be the elegant and refined gentlemen's duel that Vincent DeBoule has been seeking all this time. Wait...what is this brutish and crude behavior? Such lack of manners! No no, this will not do at all. After a mere few minutes in Luke's company, Vincent no longer has any dreams of a noble duel. He will teach this wretched brat how a true gentleman behaves! Wind of Sleep will surely keep this knave in his place while Vincent administers a sharp lesson with the tip of his blade, and should the thuggish replica manage to land a blow or two with his wild flailing, then Healing Wind is always close at hand to keep a true gentleman in fighting form. |
Gatewalker Vincent entered the arena, waving to his many fans in the audience. With a flourishing bow and a sparkling smile, he greeted his brutish opponent in true gentlemanly fashion. Luke said nothing, but merely readies his weapons. His trusty sword in one hand, and some manner of spray can in the other. ...wait, spray can? Indeed, no sooner had the fight started then Luke charged at his opponent and sprayed some manner of masculine perfume right in his eyes(and all over most of the rest of him as well). Recognizing the scent instantly, Vincent DeBoule turned on his heel and fled the arena with great haste...though whether it was to quickly take advantage of the legendary attractive properties of this substance before it wore off or to wash it off himself before any icky girls accosted him, no one was quite sure. MORALE OF THE STORY: Being a narcissistic fop is one way to get ahead in life, but it's hard to argue with an AXE to the face. Luke fon Fabre: 25 |
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