Birthday Cup: Edgar/Locke vs. Rojo/????

Edgar really had no idea why he had agreed to this. It was certainly a role reversal. Normally it was Edgar talking Locke into doing this sort of crazy thing. A tournament? They had a lot more important things that they really should be handling like locating Terra. She was missing at the moment and Edgar was to blame. A true gentleman should always be able to defend a damsel in distress, even with overwhelming odds. But, Locke's assurance that there would be plenty of women there that would surely love to cheer on a well dressed and strong kind had really pushed him from his indecision.

What gentleman would break the hearts of such beautiful young maidens? It certainly would not be him.The King of Figaro shifted up onto the platform in the Olympic Coliseum, his eyes drifting to survey the crowd as he bowed his head and blew the audience a kiss.

What? He WAS a romantic at heart!

Once the King had greeted the audience, certainly managing to woo them with his charm and abundant charisma, he turned his full attention to Locke. They two of them were certainly an odd match up at a glance. A Thief and a King. Especially with Edgar's feelings toward that type of profession. However, Locke was a close friend and true ally. They had fought Kefka side by side and defeated the man, even after his ascension to the status of a God. At least he did not retain that same Godly strength with his reappearance. There was no way the Returners could face him at full strength with them being scattered across these new realms they knew nothing about. Edgar had been quite lucky with his travels, but not so much with his attempts for courting the lovely women of these worlds. The first being a very effeminate man named Dieter. Though, he certainly was equally as strong as Edgar's dear twin brother Sabin. The next, disappointedly, being a girl the young Relm's age named Kairi. Then, an esper by the name of Maeve which freaked him out a bit and a married woman by the name of Lunafreya. Though, he didn't mind the married part, she seemed to be a bit more hesitant on that manner.

He'd been sure not to tell Locke these details. It was bad enough that Sabin had witnessed the man he'd hit on. The thief would be sure everyone knew and that would cause Edgar to die of embarrassment. He had no idea that Sabin had given him all the details.

Edgar chuckled at Locke's excitement as he drew Longinus from his back and positioned himself to prepare for their opponents that would enter from the other side of the field. He had no idea who they would be fighting this round. "You are quite cheery today. You think there's going to be a nice reward if we make it to the final match, I take it?" He teased a bit as he took an offensive stance as well. "I'm looking forward to the female groupies we are sure to get. I pray you weren't lying about it. You know how I feel about trusting a thief. So, give it your best." He joked again as he nudged the man's arm a bit with his elbow.

"But seriously.... what's with the talking rodents hosting this event?"

Edgar laughed a bit at Locke's defense, renaming himself a Treasure Hunter as he normally corrected. He wasn't necessarily wrong, Locke was not a typical thief. That's likely why the two were working together at the beginning when the Returners were created. "I jest, Locke. You don't need to get so defensive every time." He smiled devilishly with his half glance in his partner's direction. Locke continuing on his genius plan. "Well, if we win a few matches you're likely correct. A little bit of recognition would go a long way. I certainly wouldn't mind using some of mine for a little personal gain." He winked at Locke.

His attention was pulled to the huge attention seeking red bulls-eye that entered the field. Edgar raised an eyebrow as he entered the field, glancing at Locke. "Wow, that outfit's a little flamboyant for a man. That, or he really likes that color. He certainly should get someone else's advice next time to help pick out his outfits. That's more like a woman's traveling cloak. No fashion sense. Poor man. It's a shame." Edgar commented with a soft shake of his head, more caught up in the attire than what the man was even saying. Locke spoke up, filling in the blanks of what this odd little man was saying. This guy was a former champion? Heh. That was a joke. "The only way a guy like that won was if he was fighting children. Or, if he bored them to death with his talking. But good news, we win this match and we've got the fame we need to gather info and get the ladies." He joked as the two chatted. Edgar really paying the red mage no mind.

Rojo introduced his teammate and this odd looking creature entered the arena. The theatrics were a bit over-dramatic. But, if gave the two Returners a moment to get a good look at their opponents. It seemed that the other one entering the stage had a fetish for the color red as well. "They have to have the same valet. Those poor men. After this match, I think I'll give them some fashion advise. Make them look like actual men rather than children."

Gilgamesh began to speak, essentially complimenting the King. Edgar smiled a bit in response to the discussion the two on the other end of the field were having. "Not my lackey, Gilgmash, if I might correct you. He's a.... 'Treasure Hunter'. But, also a dear ally. I don't need a lackey for protection. I'll prove my worth to you, as well as the beautiful and intelligent woman awaiting our victory in the stands." He bowed his head slightly toward the woman, slightly adding to the dramatics. If that was how they were going to play it, Edgar could smear on a bit of charisma himself. After all, his charisma had saved their lives in the past when a bar-maiden had divulged the Empire's plans to betray them. He was quite good with the ladies. After all, all the women of the worlds would mourn his death. Not that he would disappoint the poor ladies by dying too soon.

Edgar's eyes flicked to Locke as the man announced he was making the first strike before dashing at Gilgamesh. Well, he was fine with backing him up a bit before targeting the mage. Well, he presumed he was a mage with the getup. "Ha! You think you're trouble? We'll make it double. Cause, there's two of us. Ha!" He laughed a bit to himself as he prepared himself, raising his arm with Longinus clasped tightly in his grasp. He would blind the two opponents to give Locke a fighting chance. He cast Flash to blind all the targets. With Locke's back being to Edgar, this meant that only the red clad men would be afflicted.

Once the flash went off, Edgar moved swiftly to advance on Rojo. This would, hopefully, keep his attention on Edgar rather than Locke. Once within range, Edgar securely planted his feet to position his attack. He clasp his trusty lance tightly between his hands and pulled it back to add a bit more power to the attack before pushing it fast and hard forward toward the red mage. Maybe the blinding would give Edgar a clear hit, but he would have to wait and see.

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1) Cast Flash to attempt blinding both Rojo and Gilg so the next attacks might hit.

2) Advanced toward Rojo to use a basic attack with his lance.

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Flash - This tool emits a light that blind all targets.
[Duration: 1 Post | Cooldown: 2 Posts]

Edgar was extremely unimpressed by his statement about his outfit. There was nothing manly or dapper about it. It was nothing but flamboyant. It truly was that simple. "I'm not quite sure what you mean by billboard, but it certainly wasn't for how well he does when it comes to appropriate men's attire." Edgar commented with a shake of his head. He continued to be unimpressed as he used such a horrible pick up line on some woman. What was he even talking about? Bermuda would be such a horrible name for a woman. The poor thing if that was truly her name. His flash seemed to be completely uneffective on both of his combatants, which was a bit of an annoyance. He was starting to wonder if the ability even had a use. It never seemed to work.

But, he focused on the real issue here. Rojo's horrible pick up lines. "Please, if you're going to use a line about her eyes..you should say something that actually makes sense. Like..." Edgar took a split second to come up with ones. "Do you carry another weapon with you... besides those eyes. Or.... Do you have a map? Because I am getting lost in your eyes. Maybe even a 'I never need to see the sun again because your eyes light up my world'." Edgar half tutored as he worked on focusing on their battle. He HAD already attempted to jab the man with Longinus.

Rojo had pulled a rather gaudy looking blade. He somehow managed to dodge and only have his shoulder injured. At least it was something. It's not like Edgar wanted to kill anyone today. What really got him was the horrible comeback that he shot out. He was overcompensating... for Honor? What was that supposed to mean? "Cheap shot? This IS a battle. Not a talking contest...I'm sure you'd win that, right Locke?" The King half defended, knowing that Locke was probably too busy to be joking around.

Edgar pulled his lance back as Rojo jumped to the side, casting a fire spell. He didn't seem to have much choice in dodging. So, he braced himself the best he could. He brought his left arm to shield his face as he felt the fires hit him. Honestly, this was nothing compared to the magic that Relm and Terra had hit him with when they felt he was being a bit too 'friendly'. The King was more than relieved when he felt the heat dissipate, removing his arm from his face. He was certainly a bit crispy now, his cape singed from the fire.

There was not too much warning for the next attack. He had missed Rojo casting haste on Gilgamesh due to his shielding his face. He heard the movement of the blade coming from behind him before he heard anything else. But, there wasn't much he could do. The only good part was that he had his armor clad boots on that took the sharpness away from the blades and spared his tendons. The bad part was that it still hurt and he would surely have a serious bruise after this match.

Before the second part of the combo came, the man spun on his toes to face gilgamesh. His singed cape flowing around him as he did with a strong and serious expression as he braced his lance into the sand of the Coliseum and supported it with both hands to take the attack. He couldn't rely on his ankles to brace the attack without some assistance from his lance. The onslaught seemed to continue after the initial three attacks and Edgar continued to brace himself.

The King took a moment to figure out the pattern to the one armed man's attacks before picking his tool of choice. Leaving his lance in the ground, Edgar pulled out his Drill knowing that the noise alone might catch his enemy off guard. The King was rather well known for his tools and trinkets. He jabbed it forward, stepping out from the defense of his spear before stepping back and dismissing the tool. He wasn't sure if he'd made any contact or not, but the noise was hopefully enough to force Gilgamesh back. If not, it certainly did some damage. The next step was to keep the mage at bay. He grabbed his spear and took a few steps back before casting Bolt near the red mage, kicking up some sand from the arena. It had worked for him in the past back in Figaro. Maybe it would work here?

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Edgar was injured by Fira and beginning of Gilg's combo.

Actions:
1) Blocked end of Gilgamesh's Combo
2) Uses Drill at Gilgamesh
3) Casts Bolt to distrupt the sand and try and blind Rojo

Drill - Pierces through a target with a powerful drill. It is more effective on enemies with a strong defense. [Cooldown: 1 Post]

Bolt - A low level thunder-elemental attack that injures the target. [Cooldown: 1 Post]

Flash - Cooldown: 2 Posts