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The last of the Valkyrie Profile duellers to get a match, Kashell brings up the rear in an impressive fashion. Bahamut Tear's physicals are nothing to sneeze at, and Kashell's as legendarily tough as his castmate Arngrim. He also has a much less stoic attitude than his fellow great swordsman, and such spunk is definitely an edge to consider in battle. That mix of toughness and raw slugging power is more than enough to muscle past even a respectable fighter like Ptolomea of Cocytus fame, as Kashell's Flashing Blade will prove. |
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Ptolomea has a tough act to follow. He's the last member of Odessa's elite Cocytus group to appear in the arena, and his debut match follows right on the heels of his comrade Antenora's championship run. Ever the consummate soldier, he's pready for the challenges ahead. The loudmouthed Kashell hits hard and has plentiful HP, but these happen to be Ptolomea's strengths as well. Add in Ptolomea dishing out counterattacks when he's not bludgeoning his foe into submission with Iron Saber and the balance is tipped in favor of another win for Vinsfeld's inner circle. |
SageAcrin It was a horrific scene. Ptolomea, covered in feathers, struggling to get to his feet. Kashell, brutally dismembered. A crowd of screaming, frightened people. What could have caused this horrible scene? Desolisian Penguins. As soon as the battle began, a flock of them surged into the arena, shredding and tearing their way into Kashell, before the stunned Ptolomea could so much as move. Amazingly, however, Ptolomea was quick-witted enough to save himself. While he did get attacked, he managed to save himself by using a bystander in the stands as a shield, seizing him in his massive claw-type weapon and holding him in front of him to take the brunt of the assault, then finally tossing him into the stands, where the blood-thirsty penguins flocked to reach him. Ptolomea then slowly struggled out of the arena, the last man standing in the match, as the crowd attempted to vainly fight off the birds of hell. Eventually, after about half the arena's death(And later revival.), the birds were subdued. Unfortunatly for them, they managed to kill most of the kinder Godlikes, so it was people such as Kefka and Piastol and Ghaleon that finally brought them down. Cajun Fried Dezolisian Penguin was sold for weeks at a league cafeteria. (It took a while to sell. Too fatty for most people.) Ptolomea did indeed win the match, of course, but he made a vital mistake in tactics. The stunned person he had hauled out of the crowd was Tidus. A few days later, Ptolomea was seen flying into low-orbit. No one ever proved who caused this, and Ptolomea had a serious case of amnesia-and paralysis, which the healers are still working on-occur upon landing. (Also a serious case of death, but that turns out to be easier to fix.) --- "It is strange, isn't it?" Kuja said, sipping his drink. "Ueeeheeehee! Who cares! It livened up a dull day, frying those chickens." Kefka said, laughing. -No, it is a question worth asking.- Mewtwo "said", levitating his glass of seltzer water in front of him. -Why would Dezolisian Penguin attacks be so common in the Duelling League, and not on their own home world?- "You ridiculous cat, things happen." Kefka said, irritably. "Doesn't matter, the important thing is how you deal with them, and those birds were dealt with." -But...there is another way to...hmmm.- Mewtwo pondered. -I think...never mind. It doesn't matter, you are right.- Mewtwo "said", glancing momentarily at another table, an action neither Kuja nor Kefka caught. -I shall leave you two now.- He thought to them, floating away. "Strange cat. Waiter, more wine over here! And order me a pizza, and be sure to polish these boots when you get back! Ueeeheeehee!" Kefka said, laughing happily. --- "Hahahaa. They still haven't noticed any patterm. Well, then, that's all to the good." Lezard Valeth said, poring over a book on his table: "Avian Psychology: The Summoning and Control of Mystical Birds", co-written by Luc and Shiho. "Now, when these penguins mysteriously "randomly attack" some of the matches I'm in, no one will ever notice, and certainly no one will fault me for using illegal powers to quickly leave, after my opponent has been disposed of. All it will take is one or two more tests, and I shall rule this puny division! And from there, it will only be a few more steps back to the Godlike I rightfully belong in! Aahahahahaha!" Lezard said, laughing. -As I suspected.- Mewtwo thought to himself, able to hear Lezard's thoughts clearly as he slowly floated by his room. -This shall prove useful to me.- Mewtwo thought, quietly chuckling, as he floated off. Kashell: 16 |
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