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With fists of fury and an Origin to match, Kazan is one elderly man who is not to be messed with. He’s already taught one young hooligan a lesson, and another is clamoring for one so soon? Well, Kazan is more than ready to oblige. With his ability to get above average speed with his Cyclone Doublet, he effectively blocks any chance Cormag has to double. After that, all he has to do is pound away until he gets into range for a Mystic Art. And with his special Dragonshoes and Charge Heal giving Kazan one shot of full, automatic resurrection, Kazan will get another chance at a Mystic Art if an unlucky critical hit takes away the first. How can Cormag hope to defeat someone death can't stop? |
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The proud Wyvern Knight rides on after beating Tempest the bowman. How much harder could it get for someone who is horribly maimed by bows? Certainly one elderly fighter can't post as much of a threat as an archer to a dragonrider! Especially not an elderly, unarmed old man. Come on! He wouldn't even be able to injure the flying knight’s trusty wyvern, let alone pierce Cormag’s armor! Meanwhile, Cormag will be pounding away with his lance, flying high above his opponent and well out of reach of his puny fists. Another victory for Fire Emblem’s impeccable class of fliers is at hand, and Cormag may follow in the footsteps of his fellow fliers to claim a championship. |
Gatewalker Soldiers, particularly elite soldiers, and old martial arts masters have one thing in common. Well, besides being people you'd really rather not piss off, of course. They're both very proud of being able to hold their drink. So it was only natural for Kazan and Cormag to decide to settle things with liquor instead of with combat. Much less wear and tear on weapons, blood, and pain involved this way as well, and this lets them get roaring drunk while they're supposed to be working, so this really works out for the better all around. Well, it worked out for Kazan at least. Cormag didn't quite realize what he was in for against the old man, and got so stinking drunk he couldn't remember anything after arriving at the match. Which is probably a good thing, as he probably wouldn't want to remember why he woke up in a puddle of his own drool in Zidane's bed wearing a little bo peep costume. Zidane, of course, swears up and down that he had no part of it, and that Cormag, costume and all, just stumbled into his room and collapsed on the bed. This didn't stop half the cast of Sacred Stones from beating him to a pulp anyway. But such is life in the RPGDL. Kazan: 36 |
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