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Post by Shin RyuKen on Jun 20, 2012 19:57:15 GMT -5
Round 1 - Capitalism vs. Priest
FIGHT!
Stage: ASCLEPIUS Rooftop: The rooftop at the highest point of Alfonso's pharmaceutical company. Made entirely of an industrial metal material with windows on the side, the rooftop was suitable for an open world brawl. Normally the helicopter is perched in the center, but for all intents and purposes of this BBA match, the helicopter was stolen by his secretory to go somewhere far, far away from Alfonso.
The look in Alfonso's eyes was visceral. The anger in the businessman's conscience was the one thing he could forward with, and it showed no remorse for anyone or anything, regardless of it being a priest standing in front of him. This man was truly peeved.
"Da, fuck, kid? I was on my lunch break! You BETTA HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR GETTING IN MY WAY!" His sclera began to illuminate themselves with a pair of demonic eyes, made entirely of flames that penetrated his opponent's very soul. Soon his entire body would take under the same affect, as his 6'7" towering presence would be enveloped by a replica of his own body, made entirely of infernal flames, standing at roughly twice his size...
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Post by Jisui on Jun 20, 2012 20:14:01 GMT -5
"W-Wait, what? I thought Inner was fighting, not me!" Max's eyes widened as he observed his surroundings, swallowing as he observed the gargantuan 6'7 man with rippling muscles. What's worse, his eyes almost very clearly stated that he was pissed, and the priest was in the worst possible place at the worst possible time.
...Was it time to wave the white flag? No... wait. He was wrong, he wasn't alone. Inner and him had always been together no matter what. They would face this together, as a team, as it always had been...
"Alright... let's go, partner." The priest muttered, mustering up the best weak-willed glare he could muster at Alfonso as he drew his sword. "...Inner?"
...What was this thing in his pockets? Reaching in, Max pulled out a small white note, written on which was a small statement that seemed to sap all hope away from him.
Good luck. I'll be waiting for you.
"..."
Speechless, the priest turned to the businessman as he roared indignantly at him, beginning to grow in size until his already substantial 6'7 frame grew double the size, with the roar of fire enveloping his body and licking Max's face with cruel heat.
"..."
Without any other words, Maxwell Aene promptly fainted on the spot, unfortunately falling to his doom as the priest tumbled off the side of the rooftop.
Round 1: Capitalism Wins
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Post by Greed on Jun 20, 2012 20:27:25 GMT -5
A NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES!
"How embarrassing, for a priest to end up in such a situation.... but..." A voice came from above, as an angelic figure descended onto the roof, carrying a sword and shield bathed in golden light. She wore little, save for some silver and red armor covering her chest and waist. Long, crimson hair, a fair face sporting golden eyes, and a pair of curving horns made for her facial features.
"Prepare to be ju-" the angelic lady stumbled, before collecting herself, "Yes... well, as I was saying." She raised her large sword as though it weighed nothing to her.
"PREPARE TO BE JUDGED!" With that declaration, a blinding beam of golden energy roared out of her sword, straight for Alfonso's midsection.
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