[YB] I'm not an elf! I like gold! Let's Fight! (Challenge)

[Creamsteak]

Fonkin Folkor
Copper Sash 1
Record: 1-1
Yen: 1
Possessions: None
Powers: Profiteer, Arena Fighter, Bribe Judges, Sig Style (Mantis)

I'm a Gnome, not an Elf.
I like gold.

Tiers 1: I will pay you 1 yen to fight me!
Tiers 2: Let's Fight!
Tiers 3: Pay me 1 yen to fight!
Tiers 4: Pay me 3 yen to fight!
Tiers 5: Pay me 6 yen to fight!
Tiers 6: Pay me 10 yen to fight!
Tiers 7: Pay me 15 yen to fight!

I find your neighbor to be ape-like, your tower to be unnecessary, and your mojo to be amateurish.

Fonkin Folkor does not fight Style.

 

[Rathan]

"I'll take you up on the little one....."


Rathan
Leader of the Brotherhood of the Light
White Belt
0/1
Yen: 0

 

[Rathan]

"I'll take you up on the little one....."


Rathan
Leader of the Brotherhood of the Light
White Belt
0/1
Yen: 0

 

[Kalanyr]

MeowthBot has decreed this match to take place at the pillar east of the Hunting Grounds on the evening of the northstar.

Insults Please Rathan.

 

[Creamsteak]

Alright, here is your coin. Now insult me!

(transfering 1 yen to Rathan)

 

[Rathan]

"By this insult I mean nothing by it... it's just a formality you know...."

I find your groundskeeper to be slovenly, your mountain to be junk-like, and your karma to be the result of centuries of inbreeding.

 

[Kalanyr]

"To be honest the Mojo thing is the most insulting of all insults given, Insults Fonkin. "

 

[Creamsteak]

"No, I said it before, I'm not an elf!"

3 Flag Speed and Strategy (Judge Generated)

 

[Kalanyr]

Fonkin
<MechaMeowth> 1: The hammer swims from the dungeon; averts the rolling of the cave!
<MechaMeowth> 2: The fist bashes the ruins; leaps over the gaze of the grave!
<MechaMeowth> 3: The kama tracks near the temple; redirects the kick of the abomination!
<MechaMeowth> 4: The grasshopper scourges the hells; removes the punch of the flower!
<MechaMeowth> 5: The dragon moves within the plain; wards off the kick of the crevice!

Rathan
<MechaMeowth> 1: The turtle parts the tower; guards against the quickening of the storm!
<MechaMeowth> 2: The fang stands through the ricefield; removes the rising of the holy ground!
<MechaMeowth> 3: The east wind fiercely blasts the ricefield; grasps the efforts of the ledge!
<MechaMeowth> 4: The wolf becomes one with the badlands; guards against the gaze of the canine!
<MechaMeowth> 5: The willow tumbles close to the village; fends off the slash of the ice!

 

[Creamsteak]

The fist bashes the ruins; leaps over the gaze of the grave!

"Your not listening to me, now I'm going to thump you!"