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Saradin (Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen) |
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The sage Saradin, student of the all-powerful and all-consumed Rashidi, makes his first appearance in the RPGDL this week. His opponent this week is quite sturdy when it comes to HP, but he has absolutely no magic defense. Of course, this only makes things more convenient for Saradin, as it just means his magic will turn Cid into ash that much faster. No matter what Cid may have in his crummy offense department, a wave of his hand is all Saradin needs to send Cid packing - peeping skills and all. |
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It's been a long, long wait, but Baron's chief engineer has finally got a chance to join his similarly-named brethren in the arena. With his mad Peeping skills, Saradin will no doubt cower in fear as he is analyzed, observed, and maybe even scrutinized! On a more serious note, Cid isn't much on speed, or skills, or defense... but he does have plenty of HP, a claim his foe cannot make. As long as Cid can weather the arcane onslaught, Saradin's mage-like defences should make it easy for him to throw a wrench into the sorcerer's plans for victory. |
Jo ou Ranbu *A puppet theater shows up in the middle of nowhere.* Now, ladies and gentlemen, we are about to make a ludical re-enactment of the battle between FFIV Cid and the mage Saradin. *A sock puppet that resembles a madman on a pilot's suit appears branding a plastic hammer.* I've survived bombs! You old guy can do nothing to me with your magic crap! Bring it on! *The puppet randomly jumps around.* *Another sock puppet, this time resembling a sock with fake beard... what? That's an accurate description of Saradin! Anywell, the sock puppet appears, and blasts a large fireball at the other sock puppet. Then, the puppeteer realizes one of his hands is on fire and runs aways screaming.* AAAAAAAAARGH!!!!! THE PAAAAIN!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! *Rolls over the floor trying to put out the fire.* Errr... sorry. We seem to have gone haywire with this re-enactment. Let's just stay with this: the sock that didn't burn wins. Or Saradin. Whatever. *Is shot.* Saradin: 28 |
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