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Continuing my crusade of giving Golden Sun more fights, and trying to keep a theme, lets pit two starbusting sailors against each other, both with wildly differant and stupidly over the top powers.
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"-and we slayed Poseidon himself! I've even had the pleasure of the Pirate King fighting at my side on the high seas. I think I've earned being called the world's greatest sailor!" Piers was bragging about he and the other Warriors of Vale's adventures in a small bar on a nameless port he had docked in. Even in his long life, he never thought he'd rack up the achievments he has, so what harm was in bragging to some other sailors for bit?
"Whadda ja' say?" A mildly annoyed voice spoke up from the other side of the bar, an older looking sailor with the largest anchor arms Piers had ever seen stood up with his drink. No, it wasn't a drink, it was...a can of spinach?
"That I, Piers, may just be the world's greatest sailor," The adept answered smugly, rising to his feet. He could tell where this was going, reaching for his battle mace to hoist it over his shoulder, attempting to scare this old, or in Pier's case young, man out of it, "And, what's it to you?"
"Hmmp...I yam what I yam and tha's all what I yam." He grunted, crushing the can to shoot the greens into the air, catching them in the side of his mouth to chew on, "I'm Popeye, the world's greatest sailor man!"
BAR FIGHT!
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Popeye VS Piers, Speed Equalized, Popeye has already eaten some Spinach, and Piers has a basic Battle Mace. Fight takes place in a shabby, no-named bar in a nameless port town.
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Toot-Toot: 1
Not-That-Picard: 0
The Flying Dutchman: 0
*Various incomprehensible Popeye noises*
I-I...I can't understand a word you're saying
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"-and we slayed Poseidon himself! I've even had the pleasure of the Pirate King fighting at my side on the high seas. I think I've earned being called the world's greatest sailor!" Piers was bragging about he and the other Warriors of Vale's adventures in a small bar on a nameless port he had docked in. Even in his long life, he never thought he'd rack up the achievments he has, so what harm was in bragging to some other sailors for bit?
"Whadda ja' say?" A mildly annoyed voice spoke up from the other side of the bar, an older looking sailor with the largest anchor arms Piers had ever seen stood up with his drink. No, it wasn't a drink, it was...a can of spinach?
"That I, Piers, may just be the world's greatest sailor," The adept answered smugly, rising to his feet. He could tell where this was going, reaching for his battle mace to hoist it over his shoulder, attempting to scare this old, or in Pier's case young, man out of it, "And, what's it to you?"
"Hmmp...I yam what I yam and tha's all what I yam." He grunted, crushing the can to shoot the greens into the air, catching them in the side of his mouth to chew on, "I'm Popeye, the world's greatest sailor man!"
BAR FIGHT!
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Popeye VS Piers, Speed Equalized, Popeye has already eaten some Spinach, and Piers has a basic Battle Mace. Fight takes place in a shabby, no-named bar in a nameless port town.
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Toot-Toot: 1
Not-That-Picard: 0
The Flying Dutchman: 0
*Various incomprehensible Popeye noises*
I-I...I can't understand a word you're saying