[Mari]

PolarStarQuote

The stadium falls almost entirely dark, save for two spotlights that click on in unison, shining down from an unknown source overhead. The pair of spotlights illuminate the figures of two strikingly similar looking young ladies standing with their back turned to the opposing side of the arena, having stricken matching poses.

	"Prepare for trouble~!" "Make it double~!" "To protect the world from devastation~!" "To unite all peoples within our nation~!" "To spread the virtues of truth and love~!" "To extend our reach to the heavens above~!"
	"Arle~!" "Arle~!" "...Are you sure you're not a doppelganger?" "Don't ruin this." "...Magical Girls, fight hard for what's right~!" "Surrender now, or prepare to fight~!" "Gugugu, guuu guguu!~!"

Meanwhile, Iris just sort of watched in bewilderment. Huh. She supposed everyone had their dragon dance. The unovan champion glanced over her shoulder towards the stadium audience, just kind of idly checking to see if any of her parents or family--or even just her friends were watching in search of some moral support. She had a good feeling about this upcoming battle and was eager to show off to someone special, though Arle and uhm... Arle? would do just fine if none of the sisterhood could make it.

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In the Stadium, a certain well-dressed woman would look on with confusion at the Display that Arle and Warle presented. This, was of course, Cynthia, Coming to watch her Baby Girl Iris once again win victory for herself, as she Watched with a little clap of her hands, Waving as Iris looked at her, Showing she was giving her full support! "You got this Iris! Arle!...A-arle again!" Cynthia yelled happily, before continuing her dazed look at them both...."S-should i tell them there mimicking a Criminal Orginization...? Maybe later...." Cynthia would say, as well as another voice ringing out...



"You got this Arly! Beat that Faker!" Satan would say, Definitely being one of the few to absolutely adore this display, before suddenly, one of Satan's Draco's leaned into his ear. Whispering that Arle and Warle? Yeah, they weren't the ones fighting each other, they were team mates. "...O-oh. Well do better than the other one, Arly!" Satan would change his motto happily, Waving a big banner that, still depicted Arle with sparkles and flowers and hearts, and a Big NOPE sign over Warle's face, and probably a Buff Tanned Satan somewhere in there rooting for Arle.

However, This silliness would be stopped suddenly in huge silence, as a Loud thunderstorm would cause a ripping silence....





The Stadium Audience was confused, mumbling about in confusion as a Roof was slowly put over the stadium to protect from the sudden, Unexpected Rain Storm, as the sounds of  foot steps was coming from the other side of the Arena, Six beady eyes staring at Arle, Warle and Iris, Full of Contempt, Hatred and disgust for there living lives, as emerging from the Shadows, Came a Tactically dressed Woman, Holding a tome under her arms, As the Six eyes turned into Two, as she walked out with little regard for the Two Magic Girl's displays of Sillyness....

"I am Grima." She would state Plainly, scowling as her foot steps caused the sand to turn grey, and any foliage to curl and die, being pretty much the antithesis to Life Itself (Hue), as she also seemed to be the source of this awful, awful rain. The Bright Grey clouds seemed to keep the sun back, as she stared at the competition, her jacket billowing in the wind. She sensed something about Arle and Warle that felt...Familiar, Shared between the both of them. Well, Asides from appearances anyways. Two pieces of the same Whole...And then, there was the Girl in the back.


Grima's dark beady eyes shined, Looking around, especially at the Audience as the back of her jacket ripped, As Six, Dark black Dragons Wings revealed themselves, Showing she was ready to begin this fight. "I have been brought to this already Destroyed world for mere entertainment... Im not very amused, But, Suppose we can provide amusement for the rest of these....People."

[Mari]

Catching sight of Cynthia, Iris would bounce rather excitedly and wave back in an eager manner. She seemed pleased to have the other's support. Everything was perfectly set up! Now she just needed a good fight and she'd be all set to call this the perfect day. Something she could really challenge herself with. ...Something cool. A dragon. She really wanted to see a dragon. And then fight it! ...But also admire it! But then fight it some more! She was pumped just thinking about it this imaginary dragon. She bet it was big and adorable and powerful and White and Black would be so jealous~!

"Do you--...Do you know him?" Arle awkwardly asked. She was no strangers to look-alikes, but this one was choosing to be very coy with their identity and it was now bugging her in full force. It took Warle a very long moment to consider the question, during which she was mostly staring into Satan's soul rather coldly from across the stadium. " . . . Unfortunately." she replied rather simply. "Seriously though, who are you?" Arle would quickly go on to ask in frustration. Refusing to meet Arle's gaze as always, Warle graced the other with a subtle smile. "Uhuhuhu~ Do you really think it is appropriate for you to know me~?" Warle replied rather venomously. This earned her a pissed off pout from Arle, who couldn't for the life of her grasp what this person's problem was. "Hey, stop messing around! The least you could do is tell me your name!" Arle would protest, unable to accept the name she'd been given earlier. "...What's yours?" Warle curtly replied, eyeing Arle for a brief moment to observe her frustration. ". . . Arle." Arle replied rather simply, confused as to why she was being asked. She could swear the other had heard it many times... "Yeah. Right." Warle would reply in an openly skeptical tone, all but rolling her eyes away from Arle to convey her disapproval. "Wh--What are you even trying to suggest??" Arle began to demand, now red in the cheeks and thoroughly bewildered. However, before she could finish that protest a storm came rolling in and caught her attention. Woah--That had been quite abrupt. Warle raised a brow as she observed the rain bouncing off an invisible barrier around Arle, keeping the mage entirely dry as she found herself uncomfortably damp from rain exposure. " . . . Nice trick." Warle remarked, a bit bewildered as to where Arle had obtained an item that did that. Her tiara, perhaps? She was a little jealous. Just a little.

And then, Grima presented herself. Arle felt a little unnerved, "We're getting better!" Arle would attempt to reassure the dragon rather light-heartedly. "No we're not." Warle flatly corrected. " . . . We're trying, anyway~" Arle awkwardly added, tapping her fingers together somewhat bashfully. "WwwwwWWOW! Your wings..." Iris began, lurching forward to take center stage with a certain joy in her eyes. "Those are so... cool!" Iris went on to blurt out, gushing a little. One could just imagine her quietly wishing she had wings like those. "Miss Grima, my name's Iris, and I'm seeking out the strongest monsters I can find to push my limits. Let's have a great battle, okay?? I wanna remember this day forever." Iris requested, producing a pokeball and striking a combative pose. She didn't seem to mind the rain. "Let's get started! Go, Kyurem" Iris would command, tossing her ball and releasing the legendary pokemon onto the battlefield. Great, now the rain was joined by a chill! The quiet dragon type pokemon eyed Grima with an unreadable expression, awaiting Iris' command.

"Ancient Power!" Iris commanded, a very soft clay red aura surrounding herself and Kyurem as the legendary pokemon summoned a power far older than its trainer. And yet, somehow, Iris managed to imitate it in perfect sync! How did she do that? Meanwhile, Arle and Warle pretty much began casting their spells in unison. "Diacute!" "Abyss!" the two girls incanted. A ball of magic manifested itself nearby Arle, whilst Warle simply invoked a fireball and tossed it at Grima. This was quickly joined by a fireball from Arle. "Fire!" the mage in blue incanted, not wanting to be outclassed.

|VXt3XHHp_1d20+4 (Warle's Abyss; Does 10% damage and has a 50% chance of burrning)
p_1d20+2 (Arle's Fire; Does 10% damage and has a 50% chance of burning)

Still, Arle could not get Warle to acknowledge her. It had become apparent to her that Warle was going out of her way to ignore Arle. "Eclipse!" Warle quickly contineud on to incant, but this time nothing appeared before her. A bewildered Arle had no idea what spell that even was, which was a little frustrating--but whatever. In reality, Warle had just launched a psychic pulse directly into Grima's mind!

p_1d20+4 (Warle's Eclipse; Does 12% damage and has a 50% chance of causing mind-melted)

"G-Growth!" Arle would stammer out, deciding to go in her own direction with this battle. Briars covered in venomous little hair-like barbs burst out of the ground to wrap around Grima and dig into her, holding her in place rather painfully.

p_1d20+2 (Arle's Critical Diacute Infused Growth; Does 98% Damage and has a 50% chance to poison. Additionally, Grima is held in place by the briars for a single attack.)

Seeing this impressive display, and that Grima was briefly vulnerable... Warle decides not to capitalize on it, because yeah whatever that's cool, but this mage has other plans. "Labyrinth!" Warle incanted, summoning her own ball of magic. To Arle's mild discomfort, it was slightly bigger than hers. ...Geez, Warle. Geez. Thankfully though, there was one party member who had finally finished their warm up dance and ancient power invoking off-screen. Iris was ready to capitalize on that weakness! You bet she was!

((Kyurem has used Dragon Dance while Arle and Warle were competing.))

"I've got you~! Icy Wind!" Iris chirped, sitting atop Kyurem's back as the pokemon breathed a very chilling breath at Grima, withering the plants grasping her in the process but also creating an icy coating on her body that would make movement stiff and sluggish

p_1d20+2 (Kyurem's Icy Wind; Does 10% Damage and has a 100% chance of paralyzing)

Arle 145/150 HP 45/45 Shield Status: (-2 Wis Mod for 1 more turn) Elephant King Bracelet Cooldown: 1 Turn Remaining Diacute cooldown: 1 Turn Remaining Growth Cooldown: 2 Turns Remaining

Warle 150/155 HP 50/50 Shield Status: Labyrinth (40%), (-3 wis Mod for 1 more turn) Smite Cooldown: 2 Turns Remaining Labyrinth Cooldown: 1 Turn Remaining

Iris Damage 0% 50/50 Shield Status: Ancient Power (2 Turns Left) Dragon Dance (2 Turns Left)	Dragonite Damage 0% 75/75 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Haxorus Damage 0% 60/60 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Kyurem Damage 0% 60/60 Shield Status: Ancient Power (2 Turns Left) Dragon Dance (2 Turns Left)

1d20+4·1d20+2·1d20+4·1d20+2·1d20+2

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Grima was....Bewildered, to say the Least. She slooowly raised a brow to the two Arle's duking it out among themselves, Making her tilt her head as to why these two Allies would fight amongst themselves. And even more so, when Iris jumped up to her, and began to Gush over her Dragon-ness. "...Little Girl, Your...Your aware im a Fell Dragon, Yes??" Grima would ask in Confusion, Away from her typical Evil dominator of the world buisness when she would stare at Kyurem, Presenting an equally Un-emotive expression. "..." She would just unfurl her wings, Backing up an opening her Palms to prepare for the battle at hand...







3dEt51MDp_1d20+1=5 (Abyss Avoided)



p_1d20+1=8 (Fire Hit)


p_1d100(Burn Denied



p_1d20+5=20 (Eclipse dodged)


p_1d100(Poison status Taken, Converted into Grima's Ruin +1)


p_1d20 + 2= 3(Icy Wind  Hit, Paralysis Taken, Converted into Grima's Ruin +2)

Grima avoided the first Fireball with a simple Dash to the side, Taking the second Fireball in time against her chest, her armor hidden under her cloak seeming to take the Fire quite well as Grima cocked a smug grin to Arle. "Is that really the best you can do? Pathetic mages, You are all the same, To be crushed under my heel!" Grima said, Clearly having done alot of mage eatin' back in her day, which is the Future. Wrap your head around that one. Following this, Warle's Mind Pulse would enter into Grima's head, before dissipating, With Grima Smirking. "You can not break into the mind of a Dragon." She said, slowly floating forward, before...


Arle's sudden Growth spell wrapped around Grima's body, making her eyes widen in total disbelief, causing her to tug as the Black colored blood sprayed from her body, Causing her to Growl angrily as her body began to flare up spiritually. "W-what the-- WHAT?! Plants?!"  Grima was stopped short as a Icy Wind battered her, covering her in a freezing ice and paralyzing her body, But, Suddenly, The frozeness of her body, as well as the poisonous illness from the previous Barbs were broken down into her body, turning into a sickening Purple as Grima suddenly moved her body freely. No such Paralysis here!


"Impressive trick, Mage. You posses very strong power..." Grima muttered toward Arle, Clearly having a grudge now as she shook her body freely. "Now...Ill show you mine! Lokin!" Grima yelled as the roof on the stadium was ripped open by a Black Lightning careening from the sky, Attempting to strike Arle!!


p_1d20+12= 19 (LOKIN to Arle. Free Action every 5 Turns. Deals 15% damage, and 3 turns of Paralysis)

Following this, Grima opened her Palm , Firing off a Pinkish Fireball to Kyurem, Muttering "Expire!" Loudly, as her Spell, expiration was fired off directly at Kyurem! The Firebal unleashed a horrific screeching noise, Screaming as it flew across the Arena and left a wake of Desolation and rotted soil!

p_1d20+12=25 (Expire to Kyurem. Deals 26% Damage, and Deals Sickness.)

Following this, Grima turned her Palm to Warle, a Shining Light generating her Black Levin Sword, Raising the blade into the sky and generating a Black bolt of lightning, Swinging it at Warle and sending the Millions of Volts at her through a Projectile from her blade.


p_1d20+12=28 (Black Levin Sword, 35% Damage, 80% Chance for Paralysis for 1 turn.)


And Finally, With a Quick dash of Speed, Grima Ran up to Warle, her massive Angelic wings suddenly smashing against Warle's body, Attacking her with Wings of Ruin, Attempting to blast her away with a incredible gust from the Blackened wings.


p_1d20+7=23 (Wings of ruin, 30% Damage, If currently suffering a Status effect, the status effect is turned into GRIMA'S RUIN for 3 turns, And deals 45% damage instead of 30%.)

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Grima
HP:118%
Status: GRIMA'S RUIN (All of Grima's Modifier's gains +2 for 3 turns)
Cooldowns: Lokin (5 turns)

Items:

Lightning Bolt x1

Freezie x1

Fire Flower x1

Poison Mushroom 1x

1d20·1d20·1d100·1d20·1d100·1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20

[Mari]

Iris stepped forward, eyes sparkling with a passionate desire and fists balled combatively. "That's just 'what' you are, not 'who' you are! I wanna know your heart!" Iris blurted out. Damn, Iris! Take the dragon out on a date or two first. Buy her some dinner! You can't just demand the intimacy of a heart ot heart just like that! It was almost enough to make Arle do a double take. She was pretty sure she knew a few others with such odd choices of words, but Iris' was perhaps pretty mild in comparison to say Schezo or even Ally. It kinda spooked her a bit and, in all fairness, Iris had always been a lot more touchy feely than she cared for. "--Thanks, I guess!" Arle awkwrdly replied to Grima. She was pretty proud of her power, but it felt weird to actually get a compliment.

Qxf25v74p_1d20+1 (Arle's Lokin Dodge)

The somewhat distracted mage was so taken off guard in fact that she didn't even react until she was struck with lightning. The mage recoiled a bit, her body tensing up rather painfully. Ow. Well, at least this lightning didn't pack the sort of heat hers did, flash frying the victim where they stood. Thankfully though, she seemed to be pretty tough for a mage and took the attack pretty well. Gesturing up to herself and incanting a spell, Arle moved to heal herself. "Condia!" she shouted, a holy yellow glow enveloping her body for a brief moment.

((Arle has dispelled her paralysis!))

Kyurem, on the other hand, was much more prepared. Or--well, in a sense anyway. While he seemed completely oblivious to the incoming danger, he just sot of ... walked through it. The blast plowed through him, but dissipated almost to bounce off a nearly invisible armoring covering his body!

((Kyurem has bubble shielded Grima's expire!))

Likewise, Warle crafted a shimmering barrier before herself in anticipation of Grima's attack. Spiderline cracks raced across it with the arcs of electricity, but it didn't quite break and stood up to the full force of her black levin sword as a result. However, Warle found herself much more vulnerable when she allowed the mostly broken shield to dissipate only to find Grima rapidly shifting to get in her face!

((Warle has bubble shielded Grima's Black Levin Sword!))

p_1d20+1 (Warle's wings of ruin dodge)

A muted whimper escaped Warle as she found herself violently assaulted by Grima's wings, awkwardly shielding her face with her arms only to find that her arms now seriously hurt. Big, red, ugly bruise marks manifested themselves almost immediately and she recoiled, cradling her own arms to brace for the waves of pain that ensued. She hadn't felt pain like that since her last clash with Arle. In a way she'd learned to appreciate the pain; it was simple, and it served as a reminder that her body hadn't given up yet. "Healing!" a familiar voice called, but it it was Warle's body that found itself enveloped by a soothing, warm light. The sharp pain in her arms subsided a bit and she looked over her shoulder in bewilderment, only to catch Arle watching her with concern.

p_1d15+4 (Arle's Healing Warle, The Nightmare Arle; Heals for 7%)

...The two shared a flustered moment between them for a moment before Warle ripped her gaze away from the other, refusing to further acknowledge what had just happened. "...ILLUSION!" she loudly incanted. At her word, the world seemed to warp around Grima. A thousand rather large staring eyes, cold and full of contempt, began to manifest around Grima. They bore down on her and stared into her soul, inhuman and uncaring, judging her for her crimes and oppressing her with their eldritch presence. One could not hide their secrets from the all seeing eyes of God. The illusory stare of the long deceased holy commander offered a powerful distraction for Warle and her allies to take advantage of!

((Warle's Illusion increases the crit threshold of all attacks made against Grima by 2 for 3 turns!))

Rushing forward, Kyurem attempted to take advantage of the the illusion, passing stright through the eyes and lashing out in an attempt to dig his claws into Grima!

p_1d20+2 (Kyurem's Dragon Claw; Does 23% Damage)

Arle admired the strange illusion Warle had created from a distance. Talk about creepy. It gave her a sense of deja vu, but she couldn't place her finger on where from. Seeing Kyurem charge in though, Arle decided to take advantage of this by calling down lightning to smite Grima from above, cooking her a bit with a holy fury!

p_1d20+2 (Arle's CRITICAL Thunder; Does 39% damage and has a 25% chance to cause a burn, as well as a 25% chance to cause paralysis)

Hey, does anyone smell lunch? No? Just us dragon eaters?...Mmh. Dragon. And then it was Warle's turn to capitalize on her own illusion. " . . . The difference between you making threats and me making threats is that my words bend reality to my whim. Hit yourself. Idiot." Warle snapped rather sorely. On cue, she attempted to extend her will and momentarily yank Grima's control over her own body away from her, only to force the other to attack herself!

p_1d20+1 (Warle's CRITICAL Possession; Grima is forced to spend one of her actions using Wings of Ruin on herself for 45% damage if successful.)

Warle then promptly murmured a spell to further relieve her pain, a familiar golden glow surrounding her.

p_1d15+2 (Warle's CRITICAL Rejuvenate @herself; Heals for 26%)

Meanwhile, Kyurem bullrushed Grima and kept up the pressure, getting nice and in her face while taking furious swings with her claws. It seemed like Kyurem was trying to force Grima's attention for some reason or another, probably because the cute girls it was protecting were far squishier than it was. Or y'know, because Iris was really eager to get in on some of that not-technically-a-man fighting.

p_1d20+2 (Kyurem's Dragon Claw; Does 23% Damage)
p_1d20+2 (Kyurem's Dragon Claw; Does 23% Damage)

Arle 130/150 HP 45/45 Shield Status: Growth Cooldown: 1 Turn Remaining Healing Cooldown: 2 Turns Remaining Thunder Cooldown: 2 Turns Remaining

Warle 153/155 HP 5/50 Shield Status: Smite Cooldown: 1 Turn Remaining Possession Cooldown: 3 Turns Remaining Rejuvenate Cooldown: 2 Turns Remaining Illusion (2 turns left) Labyrinth (40%)

Iris Damage 0% 50/50 Shield Status: Ancient Power (1 Turns Left) Dragon Dance (1 Turns Left)	Dragonite Damage 0% 75/75 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Haxorus Damage 0% 60/60 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Kyurem Damage 0% 27/60 Shield Status: Ancient Power (1 Turns Left) Dragon Dance (1 Turns Left)

1d20+1·1d20+1·1d15+4·1d20+2·1d20+2·1d20+1·1d15+2·1d20+2·1d20+2

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Grima stopped suddenly upon hearing Iris blurt out she wanted to 'Know her Heart'...Grima wasnt even sure it had a heart to speak up, If not more a Black soulless void that occasionally pumped blood into its body. Thats the same thing, right? Grima just shook her head, looking up to see the several expansive eyes staring down onto her, judging her ruthlessly as she more just stared back with a raised brow. She usually looked at people the exact same way as these eyes stared at her, Was she supposed to be upset by it? Regardless, it was enough a distraction to get the intended effect.


4GA6VhM9p_1d20+3=16

Easily flapping her wings back, Grima avoided Kyurem's initial attack, falling to the ground as Dust settled around her, avoiding the smaller dragon...What , You dont think Kyurem's small? Of course he is. Atleast compared to Grima's true state. This, was of course followed by the unexpected, or atleast very expected thunder strike that came from the heavens and smashed the Dragon's Illusion of her human self, Causing Grima to suddenly put up a Barrier to herself.

(Bubble Shielded the ol' Thunderino.)

Stopping short, Grima watched her own wing slam down into her body, causing her to suffer substanntial damage from Warle's Posession, as she seemed quite angry at Warle's Comment. Especially calling her a idiot.

p_1d20+3=9


p_1d20+3=19

Getting swiped by the first of Kyurem's claws, Grims was able to move herself away from Kyurem's second swipe , As she seemed to notice Kyurem's possible attempts to keep Grima from attacking the two squishy mages keeping her from really getting alot of progress here. And considering one of them called her a idiot, Warle's bout to have a bad couple of minutes.

Grima extended a open palm, Her wing widening before flapping, causing Grima to spin in place as her hand produced a sickening black aura across the battle field, which wavered, and was wide spread enough to afflict everyone!

p_1d20+12=27 ((WIS. Inflicts A random Status Ailment for 3 turns, through the same method that Mystery Food X Provides. If you already suffer a Status Ailment, you are afflicted by GRIMA'S RUIN. 10% Damage.)


Following this, Grima would fly back with her Wings, suddenly throwing out a Orb of Bright Pink energy, using Expire upon Warle once again as the ball of light would scream across the battle field, aiming to hit her dead on infront of her chest


p_1d20+12= 30 (Heavy WIS attack, Tagets DEX. Causes Sickness for 3 turns, And deals 26% Damage.)

Quickly, Grima raised her blade into the Air, sending yet another bolt from the Black Levin Sword at Warle from a Distance, The Light-draining lightning striking upon Warle's head, Seeming to try and take away a chance to escape!

p_1d20+12=27 ( Heavy Wis Attack; Targets Dex and does 35% Damage. 80% to Afflict Paralysis for 1 turns.)


"Im glad we can agree. I can spend less time talking, and more time Killing." Grima said, sharing Warle's point about Word Sharing, and hoping to avoid Iris's Silly talk of this friendship and love and hugs and blagh.

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Grima

HP:186%

Bubble Shield; 11%/50%
Status: GRIMA'S RUIN (All of Grima's Modifier's gains +2 for 2 turns)

Cooldowns: Lokin (4 turns)



Items:



Lightning Bolt x1



Freezie x1



Fire Flower x1



Poison Mushroom 1x1d20·1d100·1d100·1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20·1d20

[Mari]

AdiR|6ZFp_1d20+1 (Warle's Meaningful Dodge; The Status is Mini)
p_1d20+1 (Warle's Meaningful Dodge)
p_1d20+1 (Warle's Meaningful Dodge)

The most a shrill little yelp of distress escaped a delirious, shrunken Warle as she was violently thrown across the arena, only to smack into Arle's breastplate. She was promptly caught by the blue mage, struggling into a sitting position in the other's palm. "...Good morning little one~!" Arle playfully remarked, earning a glare from Warle. "Here. You can stay here while you grow back up~" she continued to light-heartedly tease, tucking Warle behind the throatguard of her breastplate. One could see the tiny magician peeking out from the edge. She looked pretty miserable. "...If you're trying to kill me with embarrassment, it's not working." Warle's tiny voice remarked, twitching in irritation as Arle ruffled her hair with single finger, struggling to fix her tiara and ducking down for cover. "Though, I must commend you for the effort!" Warle sarcastically remarked, clearly a bit pissed off. Having had her fun for the most part though, Arle decided to help Warle out. "Condia!" Arle incanted, bathing Warle with a soothing light that wahed away her ailments.

((Arle has reduced the duration of all Warle's debuffs by 2 turrns. As they will also tick down by one after this turn ends, she is effectively cured for the purposes of avoiding Grima's Ruin.))

Arle then produced a holy blade from ...somewhere amongst her person. She then brandished the ornate turquoise blade and stepped forward to clumsily slash at Grima with the blade! Her sword word... left a lot to be desired. Why was she even trying this? Look at her, Grima. She's taking you lightly. ...Badumtish.

p_1d20-3 (Arle's clumsy swordsmanship; Does 8% Damage)
p_1d20-3 (Arle's clumsy swordsmanship; Does 8% Damage)
p_1d20-3 (Arle's clumsy swordsmanship; Does 8% Damage)

...It's a little sad. The weapon was deadly enough to hurt if it hit, but Arle... She just--She's such a sweetheart. She doesn't know how to use it properly. The sound of a thud could be heard from Arle's breastplate, startling the mage. All of this movement and jostling around had thrown Warle about, resulting in the tiny girl accidentally slipping down into Arle's blouse, pinned between the mage's breastplate and a not-very-hard-place. "H-Hah..??" the cried blurted out in alarm. Woah woah! Was there a time out for wardrobe malfunction?! ...Of course not, and all this throwing her weight around had also inadvertently caused a certain keychain to jingle. A shadow fell over the arena and a familiar laugh met Arle's ears as she turned her head to look up...

"Upupupupu"

...only to spot a giant Junko ready to give her a taste of role reversal. Or well, take a taste of Arle really. That is how these things go, right? Arle promptly cowered away from the giant monster, performing a bona fide girly scream of mortal terror as she dove out of the way of a pair of encroaching pearly whites, only to leave Grima right in their path.

p_1d20+0 (Arle's Nom Dodge; Success! Grima is the new target of the 40% damage attack)

"...I feel decisively less safe in here!" Warle's muffled little voice shouted rather irritably as she was inadvertently squished a bit by Arle landing on her belly. "W-Well then... get out?" Arle awkwardly replied. She didn't want to admit that she didn't know how to get Warle out right now--not while she was underneath her breastplate. "...No~!" Warle spitefully replied. In reality, she didn't want to admit that she was stuck. With neither girl wanting to admit they didn't know what to do, a little catfight promptly broke out. It was hard to keep up with their bickering, but Arle seemed pretty flustered. "Are you--...Are you eating in there??" "Yyyup. I have some cake." "D-Don't eat cake in there! You'll get crumbs everywhere..!"

((...Warle eats the cake slices anyway. She regains 22 HP.))

The blue clad mage facepalmed in frustration, her cheeks now a nice bright red. Great. Now those crumbs were going to irritate her until she could get some privacy and change and there was still a death dragon oh right. "...Labyrinth" Warle casually incanted as she finished off the cake.

p_1d30+18 (Warle's Labyrinth Strength)

Meanwhile, Iris watched the scene in bewilderment. What was even happening over there? Maybe she'd ask Cynthia to explain to her later. For now, she had a dragon to wrestle. "Hey!" Iris blurted out as Kyurem jumped back into the fray, eclipsing the strange scene going on. "I wanna be friends with you, okay?That means challenging ourselves every day and trying to break our limits! Like this!" Iris remarked, urging Kyurem forward to furiously swipe at Grima!

p_1d20+2 (Kyurem's Dragon Claw; Does 23% Damage)
p_1d20+2 (Kyurem's Dragon Claw; Does 23% Damage)

...Okay, maybe not that. Iris felt a little embarrassed by that performance. She proceeded to stand up on Kyurem's back, striking a pose in imitation of him and performing the most adorable mock roar that became marginally less adorable when Kyurem in tun mimicked her and assaulted Grima's ear with a much more painful roar.

p_1d20+2 (Kyurem's Critical Hyper Voice; Targets INT Does 38% Damage)

Arle 130/150 HP 45/45 Shield Status: Healing Cooldown: 1 Turns Remaining Thunder Cooldown: 1 Turns Remaining

Warle 109/155 HP 10/50 Shield Status: Labyrinth Cooldown: 1 Turn Remaining Possession Cooldown: 2 Turns Remaining Rejuvenate Cooldown: 1 Turns Remaining Illusion (1 turns left) Labyrinth (40%) Labyrinth (47%) -6 Wis Mod (1 Turn Remaining) Hidden

Iris Damage 0% 50/50 Shield Status: Normal	Dragonite Damage 0% 75/75 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Haxorus Damage 0% 60/60 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Kyurem Damage 0% 35/60 Shield Status: Normal

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14+3=17


3+3=6

(I aint even gotta roll for that one, pfft.)

Grima seemed less than pleased as she growled angrily, her eyes glowing red as Warle was hidden away in her Blue-er Varients breast plate, So much so she had begun to lose her patience, sloppily getting stricken across her arm as Arle was backed away, squirming due to Warle's-- What in the heck is she doing there?! How dare you shenanigan in front of the dark dragon! Grima's face flat lined, growling...Until she saw what looked to be a Shadow looming over the entire arena, Causing Cynthia and Satan to look up, Satan holding up a pair of Binoculars to stare at the giant, as it was revealed who the Absol's beacon of Omen would summon...




"Well hello again, Arle~!" The Giant Junko would say, Falling onto her knee's in the Arena's floor, smiling wide with Daggers as she gleamed at her, With Grima looking up To the Giant Junko, only to rub her eyes, and then stare at the ground in wondering of what she was even doing here at this point...


"Usually i'd take out a cookpot for this, But, I think this scenario actually works better! And if you wondering how i managed to get to this size...Im not telling~" Junko would say, as Satan would call out from the audience with an audible "That size is preposterous!" He would yell, as Junko seemed to tilt her head, looking down and checking her own Chest, Probably Inspecting for Rouge Warle's.


"I dunno, i think there proper sized for a giant! In any case, Lets cut to the Chase! Through the teeth and past the gums~!" Junko would say, her maw opening wide to reveal her beckoning teeth as she lunged for Arle...Only for Arle to luckily side step out of the way, and Lead to the Giant Junko getting a mouth full of Grima instead, making the Dragoness get chomped on as she threw up her Bubble shield last second, only for it to shatter, And promptly swallowed as Junko stood up, happily trailing the  Dark Dragoness down her throat as she turned around to see...Oh, Arle was still there. Having a fight with herself.


Whilst The two Arle's bickered and had there little silly spat with someone eating cake in places someone else would rather they not, suddenly, there was a loud rumbling in Junko's belly-- No, not that kind of Rumbling. A more destructive, Horrific rumbling, as suddenly, a Pulse of Black Darkness split through Junko's stomach, causing the Giant Junko to fall apart into, What appeared to be Monokuma's, that were fused together to form a Giant Junko, as the real junko flopped onto the arena seats, after falling out of her Despair-made Giant version of herself. 

As the Monokuma's exploded as they hit the ground, floating in the air was a growling, angry looking Grima, as a hazy purple aura was forming around her, as she stared down at the ground. "How...Dare you! How dare you make a mockery of me! You pathetic, miserable maggots! Ill make sure this Dirt is where you are BURIED!!" Grima would yell, as the Flesh off her human form would peel away, flying off into the air, leaving a Red- Smoky visage of what Grima's form used to be, The black peices of flesh curling up into the Sky, as a Distant Roar could be heard...





The Long, Serpentine Black body of Grima's True Form would stare down onto the Sunshine Stadium, Causing the skies to Darken and twist into black, Deathly Cloud's, as some patrons would start to Run for the exits, as Grima's red eyes stared, and seemed to shine across the whole Stadium....


(Six Eyes of Grima; For 4 Turns, The following characters can not use the following moves;

Arle's "Diacute" Special Attack

Warle's  "Labrynth" Special Attack. Yes, even the one she just made. However, once the 4 turns have ended, you will have it once again.

Kyurem's "Dragon Heart Tenacity" Special Attack.

Dragonite's "Dragon Heart Tenacity" Special Attack.

Hazorus's "Dragon Heart Tenacity" Special Attack.)


(Spiritual; Grima's body is not but a thin Haze of Firey Red Hatred, And its true body is too high up and too sturdy to take head on. Any STR/DEX Attacks targeted at Grima will be considered Halved, Rounded down. Only Spells can help you now...)


Grima's hand slowly rose up, As the very dirt and sand seemed to shift and form around a structure of Pure Darkness, Forming Three seperate warriors, Each weilding a seperate weapon, as there very bodies expunged a deep purple haze from every oraphace, as there eyes glew a deep red, Staring at Iris and Arle's...Belly button. Maybe they were glaring at Warle under there, but, You wouldnt know.

(Armies of Plegia

When desperation mode is activated, 3 Horror's will awaken from the Earth as Undead enemies, each with 50% HP. If they are all defeated, They will all Respawn immediately.)



Plegian Archer

HP:0%/50%

Status: Fine




Plegian Horsewoman

HP:0%/50%

Status: Fine




Plegian Armored Knight

HP: 0%/50%

Status: Fine


With Grima slowly descending onto the ground, The sun caused the skies to turn a very bright pink haze, as if the Skies were just a giant light, as Grima's Draconic form stared down upon them all, Opening its mouth to let loose a Life Sphere Rattling Roar-- Well, Roar was a bit Just. It was more like a Scream, of thousands dead all in unison. This would be the hardest part.



YuQ54sNzp_1d20+3=17 (Dodged the First Kyurem Claw)

p_1d20+3=6 (and the second!...Barely.)



Grima covered her ears, Growling angrily at the sound of Kyurem's loud screeching, Making her start by pointing at Kyurem, and demanding THAT be dead first! "Attack, Kill, Destroy!!" She would yell in her Fit of Rage, as the Risen would have no choice but to start attacking that Dragon! Starting with the Archer, who readied a Iron bow, and Fired Three direct shots at Kyurem!

p_1d20+3=5 (Iron Bow; Deals 10% Damage)


p_1d20+3=12 (Ditto, 10% Damage)

Following this, the Gladiator let out a huge roar of Triump, Before charging at Kyurem, using his Iron Sword to smash into Kyurem's skull, using the Handle First, following with two quick slashes!

p_1d20+3=22 (Handle Smash, 14% Damage)

p_1d20+3=6 (Ditto, 13% Damage)


And finally, the Cavalier...Actually avoided Kyurem, Heading straught toward Arle, Starting to stab her spear at the Blue Girl, as if trying to pierce both her and Warle with her long Iron Pole, growling monsterously as she did!

p_1d20+3=7 (Ditto, 17% Damage)

p_1d20+3=5 (ditto, 17% Damage)


Sudedenly, there was a loud roar from the sky once more, as Grima's horns started to generate a deep, black energy, circling through and around its horns, as it aimed it downward, Firing off a blast of Black Lightning at Arle, That seemed to Scream across the Sky as it Flew for her!

(Black Lightning, Roll 16 or higher to dodge , Deals 30% Damage.)


And Finally, came Grima Herself, Who proceeded to, Once again, Fire off her Breath of Ruin, This time using its Multiple Targeting properties to target Kyurem AND Arle, Warle as well due to her bad situation,  To inflict them all with Status Ailments!

p_1d20+12=32 ( WIS. Inflicts A random Status Ailment for 3 turns, through the same method that Mystery Food X Provides. If you already suffer a Status Ailment, you are afflicted by GRIMA'S RUIN. 10% Damage.) 

Following this, Grima Would  send her essence through the Rotted earth, Sending various Bone Marrow Spears through the earth into Arle's body!

p_1d20+12=20 (Heavy WIS Attack, Deals 20 % Damage, And 80% Chance to Inflict Poison for 2 turns. If you already suffer a status effect, you suffer GRIMA's RUIN 100% Instead.)

And Finally, Grima would rush at Arle, Attempting to use Her wings to slice through the unarmored portion of her Armor, across her belly!


p_1d20+7=26 (Heavy STR Attack, Deals 30% Damage. If you suffer Any Status Ailment, They deal 45%, And your Status becomes GRIMA'S RUIN.)

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Grima



HP:256%



Bubble Shield; Shattered

Status: GRIMA'S RUIN (All of Grima's Modifier's gains +2 for 1 turns)



Cooldowns: Lokin (3 turns)







Items:




Lightning Bolt x1







Freezie x1







Fire Flower x1







Poison Mushroom 1x

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[Mari]

LhUBk53Wp_1d20-1 (Kyurem's Iron Bow Dodge)
p_1d20-1 (Kyurem's Iron Bow Dodge)
((Kyurem is bubble shielding the first handle smash))
p_1d20-1 (Kyurem's Handle Smash Dodge)
p_1d20+0 (Arle's Iron Pole Dodge)
p_1d20+0 (Arle's Iron Pole Dodge)
p_1d20+0 (Arle's Black Lightning Dodge)
((Arle is bubble shielding Breath of Ruin. Warle is protected by the almighty magical boob shield.))
((Kyurem is also bubble shielding breath of ruin.))
p_1d20+0 (Arle's bone marrow spears dodge))
p_1d20+0 (Arle's Wing Slice Dodge)

Kyurem took the punishment like a champ, most hits glancing off his powerful armor. Iris was the strongest dragon master the world had ever known! ...Did one really think they could restrain her heart of all things? Or that they could simply pierce the almighty boob shield? Grima should really employ soldiers that don't fight like they're ...shades... brain dead. Meanwhile... "S-Sorry!" a somewhat freaked out mage shouted in bewilderment. What had she even done? This was all Junko's fault, clearly! Arle's lithe body effortlessly moved to keep out of the way of that clumsy soldier--but well, lightning was another story. Arle was sent reeling from the shockwave of the lightning's impact, only for several pinching sensations to race across her body as she was repeatedly stabbed, followed by a rather deep gash in her stomach. The mage just kind of suddenly found herself wearing red. O-Oh... That was.... a lot of blood.... With a sad, mournful whine, Arle just kind of dropped where she stood. "Kyuuuu..."

While Arle was busy struggling to stabilize her condition, a tiny figure managed to worm her way down Arle's blouse and free herself. Once she could do so without being crushed, Warle immediately sized back up. Disturbingly, she was now covered in Arle's blood. "...Y-Y'know what? I'm really not okay with bathing in my doppelganger's bodily fluids. Not the sweat, and definitely not the blood." the red-clad mage remarked in overt discomfort. This was... a little screwed up, even by her standards. However, she spared no time to clean herself. Instead, her gaze shot up to Grima with her heart set on retribution.

"...Find your dignity in defeat. RAGNAROK cares not for your pride!"

Warle authoritatively shouted, one bloodied hand rising into the air as she spoke and incanted. As she finished, her arm dropped like a hammer towards the earth and a massive blast of holy light would come crashing down from the heavens, washing over Grima. She then turned her hand over and raised it back up, arm trembling with strain as a torrent of unholy magic rose to meet the blast of light with Grima at the center of it all. She then made a crushing motion as the magics met and became unstable. What was at first just intense burning would erupt into outright vaporization as the polarized magics violently reacted with each other, generating an explosion of raw magic that would violently shake the entire stadium.

((Warle has used her final smash to deal 80% damage to Grima!))

When the deafening thunder cleared, Warle was left weak and hollow feeling. ...Why... did she feel pain? She hadn't been hurt, and yet she felt a sharp gash in her--...Warle's gaze softly shifted to Arle, who was working at healing herself--still sort of in a bit of agony. With each throbbing burst of pain and each flinch, Warle came to the startling realization that she was experiencing empathy for Arle.

...But... why? And how?





...Meanwhile, as Grima was inevitably knocked from the sky and sent spiraling down to the ground, she would find--perhaps to her surprise--that something cushioned her fall. A spirited young girl had leapt through the air to catch her, taking a mild fall in the process. Seeing how badly Grima was hurt, Iris decided sort of sit/lay Grima on her lap, holding the other like a child in her arms--or a bride, if you chose to interpret it that way. The dragon queen would offer Grima a soft, sympathetic smile. "...Hey. There's nothing to be ashamed of when you fought your hardest. I really enjoyed seeing what you could do! You're a really cool dragon." Iris softly reassured the other, oddly affectionate for someonene Grima just tried to kill.

Arle 35/150 HP 25/45 Shield Status: Grima's Ruin

Warle 79/155 HP 15/50 Shield Status:Possession Cooldown: 2 Turns Remaining Labyrinth (40%) Labyrinth (47%)

Iris Damage 0% 50/50 Shield Status: Normal	Dragonite Damage 0% 75/75 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Haxorus Damage 0% 60/60 Shield Status: Inside Pokeball	Kyurem Damage 10% 1/60 Shield Status: Normal

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Grima stared at her Soldiers, Marveling over the fact they had failed to scathe Arle too much, But was soon aided by Grima's own attacks, as the Dragon above Roared, preparing for another attack, Black Lightning gathering across its horns, Until suddenly, The heavens would open up and send down a rain of Holy Light, Smashing the Dragon Grima across its head, causing the Aura-made Grima to clutch its own head in Agony, as Darkness rose from the earth as well. Bringing the Aura Grima in as well, Causing them both to Scream in horrific agony from the holy light above them, as soon, The Dragon of Grima vanished, leaving its Humanoid Form behind, slowly falling from the air, its jacket and hair torched...


The Stadium let out a loud *DING DING DING!* To show the battle had been won, With most of the stadium goers, Especially Satan and Cynthia going absolutely wild in applause and cheer for the heroine's of this Fight! A few Nurse Joy's would run out, attempting to give Arle and Warle some healing tonics and Foods to help there wounds and status's, as Grima would be unable to prevent herself from falling into the arms of someone half her height...

SUCCESS! You have recieved;

Absol Keychain -Meteor Ver.-

Grima's Truth

This Mystical Tome seemes to resonate with pure Darkness, Being a Dark Magic Tome, After all!  This allows you use of Grima's Attack, Experation, Whenever used. This can only be used Three times per thread.

Experiation; A Spell known as 'Experation', Which generates a Gigantic orb of Bright Pink fire, Which explodes on Contact. This can also cause the target to feel a Decay inside themselves. (Heavy WIS attack, Tagets DEX. Causes Sickness for 3 turns, And deals 26% Damage.

Cosplay Kit [FIRE EMBLEM]

Used to give yourself a Fire Emblem Themed ALT Costume!

With Grima laying defeated in Iris's Arms, her cheeks seemed to flush a little, out of shame and embarrassment of what had transpired...she had hardly lasted half an hour against them, When she was supposedly the  bringer of ends? And now she had to be consoled by a Child as well? A Monster like her was born under the guise of one fact. If she couldnt kill those in her way, She was useless. And she felt quite useless indeed after all of this...

"Dont give me your Pity. I tried to Kill you, Why are you trying to befriend me?" She would ask, Wanting to get up from Iris's Arms and walk off with pride destroyed, But, Her wounded body not letting her do much of that.  Seems she just couldn't understand what Friendship is.

[Mari]

Iris hesitated a moment. ...Pity? "...I know--but I had a lot of fun testing my limits against you. Part of me wants to treasure that memory forever. But... it would be a lot harder to treasure if we couldn't be friends at the end of it all. I don't wanna think about dying every time I look back on this. I want to think about how we got stronger and met amazing new people! In Unova, we battle our friends to get to know each other better, to better each other, to settle conflicts, to protect... And our monsters are our friends too! Battling means a lot to us! It's how the world goes around." Iris replied, moving to begin gently applying some potion to some of Grima's wounds. It might sting a little bit, but would quickly bring relief in the wake of the slight sting. She was a pretty affectionate gal when she liked someone. Hands-on and all that. More than just her embrace though, something arguably much more alarming would be felt by the fell dragon...

Empathy.

Iris' soul was touching Grima's, mingling with the others. The very intimate experience imparted insight into Iris' mind. The young girl's feelings would wash over Grima in turn. Maybe she couldn't understand friendship on her own, but now she could faintly feel it from Iris' perspective. A warmth, a genuine investment in Grima's best interests. A sort of admiration. A desire for closeness. One might call it... love. Noteworthily, there was absolutely none of the pity Grima had been expecting. Iris had no pity for losers. Hers was a battle-crazy world and losing was common. She simply didn't think less of Grima for losing. "Do you think we could try being friends..?" Iris softly asked, gingerly brushing at a wound on Grima's cheek. She was still taking steps to heal the other, though her medicine wasn't strong enough to do more than minor healing. Its greatest effect was pain relief right now.