(Round 2)
Max, of course, has (err, had?) this brawny six-pack chocolate abs of his to boast. (Well, if you have eyes, of course, you can see.) But sure he was down-to-earth, and all gentleman in manners, I daresay.
(With laurel leaves as head accessories ... princely, and priceless. Selvaria fell in love, indeed.)
Why did His Grace would do such absurd things ... he went to gym every day, and gain his muscles Jann would fawn over (even Largo would be envious to death. He, who's just a grizzly bear ...), those six-pack chocolates, yummy. (Ain't he shiny, and sparkling?) Then he had Selvaria, the sexy, damned witch, yes ...
To conclude the story--- Maximilian reigns; the end.
... Alas!
We were reminded this is not his fairy tale, err, story. There appeared to be some circuit problem on his pseudo-Valkyria apparatus, pseudo-Valkyria-inducing power, injected on his arm like dextrose. (Rather, patched, say, to broken? He's broken ...)
Was it because our heroes had proven their might ... their roles rather?
(Round 3)
Classic combat choreography.
Like rags-to-riches, they achieved triumph over the evil demon king, Maximilian! The battle had proven to be decisive, and we really knew that from the very start, didn't we?
But, I was really surprised ...
(Round 4)
... by what Alicia did. Damn genius! Why go full throttle when you could just latch on his leg instead? Why go a fair margin fighting without your weapon, yes? Imbecile you are no more, my dear.
I laughed out of my lungs, seriously.
And you'd thought it was for free and permitted, it was not ...
