Suggested By Stealthranger
Here we have two powerful charcters going up against each other!
This battle will take place in Chicago.
Dresden has his leather duster, his staff and blasting rod, shield bracelets, energy storing rings, cane sword, his silver pentacle and the red gem that gives him access to the ways, and his .44 magnum revolver.
Sephiroth is in his Advent Children incarnation and has the Masamune all his powers in his current incarnation
Who wins?
Since I can’t edit the scenario anymore due to the new rule, I’ll have to await the mods decision on if that ritual is allowed (although I be noticing a fair bit of hyperbole in those quotes)
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Well we just have descriptions of what it does, no one has been allowed to succeed because….well most of the people are not the kind of guy you want with godly power.
@Admiral
Know that I am supporting the vote and I am with you in this, alright?
We need Iron Lowk, MessMaker and Councilor Aelfinn among others to join in on the votes so The Merlin of Factpile May approve of the modifications, and if not him, at least Judge AkumaTh, alright?
@Admiral
Besides, if the Dresden Files were leading 5 other series against either The Cosmere(by Brandon Sanderson) or the Shonen Trinity, no doubt that the Darkhollow Ritual would qualify as a Magical WMD all on its own, right?
Also I wonder if Pit vs Sephiroth would be a good idea?
@Stealth
well the upon first glance perhaps but,
first section is the Queen of Air and Darkness, a full on Faerie Queen and Goddess describing it.
Second section is an apprentice of Kemmler’s apprentice describing it, her master is the first student of Kemmler, if anyone knows what Kemmler’s spells are capable of its that guy.
Third is Dresden describing it based on what he’s heard.
fourth Dresden after having a Fallen Angel in his brain describe the spells effects (he speed read it and she memorized it but sadly she doesn’t describe on page.
the fifth is the spell being performed.
As for Kemmler himself, his plan to make it work was to cut out the life part completely and just suck the souls running around in torment straight up. Sadly hundreds of thousands of souls don’t just run around so in order to get the power he needed, he started WW1 when he was stopped he went on to start WW2 they let some idiot with a mustache they picked up under a bridge and cleaned up take the fall, jk but Kemmler did start both World Wars, just so he could do this ritual, Its pretty serious.
I was moreso referring to something on the last quote about the ‘controlling and reshaping the world’ thing, sounds like a hyperbole to me.
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Just sayin’
Depends….you gonna speak with Zol on that idea, JIC?
Meantime, the sooner any of the Mods accept the Admiral’s request and it pulls through, the better off we’re gonna be on this match, agreed?
Here’s Dresden’s claim to fame(barring the obvious being a HoF member!) :
He essentially was sent to go to war against the fracturing of the site, he helped to get the dot.hack universe somewhat better recognition indirectly(especially with the Knights of the Cross from TDF vs the Azure Knights from the dot.hack universe!), he even went as far as to go to war against nightmarish odds that those who aren’t Military-raised would die in minutes(being generous) if they were to try!
He was even there because of the Admiral when my repressed ‘Daddy Issues’ began to overwhelm me and nearly killed me!
Does anyone have more positive things to add for Dresden’s street-cred on this site, and how the Admiral + MessMaker led the charge to make a lot of the positives possible?
The main reason why we haven’t seen Kemmler himself do anything directly major on his part, is pretty much akin to why we don’t often see Typhon or Cubia doing anything major on their parts, often, either!
Well, at least as far as the modern storylines are concerned with Kemmler, at least!
@Stealth
The White Council has a law against Time Travel
“The Sixth Law of Magic concerns the use of magic in relation to time.
This prohibits any attempt to change the past through temporal manipulation for fear of paradoxes. Even divination of the future is frowned upon in all but the vaguest, most general instances.”
If any wizard is potentially able to alter the timeline warping reality becomes slightly less unbelievable.
I see, although the “changing the world” also sounded like a figure of speech to me as it could have been interpreted as planetary scale reality warping or whatever
@Admiral
TBF, I’m pretty sure the dot.hack universe has their fair share of reality-warpers…except barring beings like Zelkova or Helba, or beings like Aura or Morganna Mode Gone, I can’t really say I recall a lot of them being quite on the potential levels that the Dresden Files’ White Council might offer.*
1.) (Unless you count Haseo with all 8 of the Morganna factors, but that’s non-standard powers having all of them at once, so that’s moot!Ditto with the Original Kite or the Azure Knights, the latter being to a lesser degree than the above cases!)
@Stealth
not saying it allows reality warping. Then again this is a universe where the Lovecraft books aren’t works of fiction and Lovecraft was apparently murdered for writing the truth. Also there’s a wizard whose domain can only be reached by walking across the moon.
@Admiral
Needless to say, anyone fighting the Butcher Side, alone is gonna have to worry about migraine-related headaches to take Tylenol on, right?
Speaking of which, some time if we can get enough aid for the Mods to accept your request, two things I might ask:
1.) Mind heading back to gaia online to respond back and help get the Nyxling to greet Lily?
2.) Care to also assist with that CTF match I’m still working out so I can be sure CHB won’t fall behind the Dresden Files’ dust?*
P.S: (Yes, I know that they’re temporarily ahead of Codex Alera, it might not stay that way for long which is why I sort of need help, in turn I’ll help get another C.A match if you and MessMaker would like it, alright?)
If the Ritual itself isn’t permitted, there’s always the Winter Knight stuff for Dresden to add!
As I said, im all for Dresden having his Winter Knight arsenal, if the mods permit it as I can’t alter the scenario anymore
Shall we agree that the more people who are agreeing to the Admiral’s request for a modification for the better, the better off we will all be in the long run at this rate?
That’s how many votes, so far?
3+ or 4+?
I +1.
From what I’ve read, it feels necessary.
@Zol
Thanks a lot!
4+ or 5+ for consenting with the Admiral’s request for the mods to permit Hitman to modify the match somewhat, now!
Might need more people to join along, though!
Not that anyone really questioned it but does anyone want to know exactly what the Skinwalker’s essence/true self seen through Dresden’s wizard sight was. Might give more an idea exactly…..what Dresden was dealing with.
@Admiral
I do, pick me to hear of it, please?
Its probably akin to what the One-Winged Angel currently is at the very least, I’m sure!
Uhm…..I don’t think Sephiroth would look like……like this
“Try to imagine the stench of rotting meat. Imagine the languid, arrhythmic pulsing of a corpse filled with maggots. Imagine the scent of stale body odor mixed with mildew, the sound of nails screeching across a chalkboard, the taste of rotten milk, and the flavor of spoiled fruit.
Now imagine that your eyes can experience those things, all at once, in excruciating detail.
That’s what I saw: a stomach-churning, nightmare-inducing mass, blazing like a lighthouse beacon upon one of the buildings above me. I could vaguely make out a physical form behind it, but it was like trying to peer through raw sewage. I couldn’t get any details through the haze of absolute wrongness that surrounded it as it bounded from the edge of one rooftop to another, moving more than fast enough to keep pace with me. “
@Admiral
Cthulu or Yog Saroth notwithstanding, that actually sounds a lot like Cubia if we’re talking about individual Cosmic Horrors, doesn’t it?
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And I didn’t mean Physically speaking in regards to the One-Winged Angel, you know.
I meant through the sight, thats the skinwalkers form through the sight, pure stomach churning nightmare inducing blazing horror and evil
@Admiral
Double-mistake on my part then.
So anyone getting the translation on the Skinwalker’s descriptions, yet, or must Gackt make a cameo in here only to get Kenny’d and die again?
translation?
@Admiral
I meant Post #322, in fact, if anyone else has read this they should let us know is what I meant to wonder.
It means that if you look at the Skinwalkers essence thats it, that is what the Skinwalkers essence is, just pure evil. There’s no need for translation.
So, whats going on here?
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And Im guessing Sephiroth is still in the lead?
322 I posted the essence/true form of the Skinwalker Dresden fought
Um, ok then
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How does it help against Sephiroth? jw
*shrugs* I don’t know, it proves that the Skinwalker is an eldritch abomination but I don’t know if it does anything esle.
Would Dresden’s first encounter with a Lovecraftian horror be a better feat?
I don’t follow, any particular feats of said battle?
there’s a handful of anti tech feats, some minor durability from it tossing the sixteen year old Dresden around, sixteen year old Dresden blasting its physical body sky high with his first use of Fuego by blowing up the gas station, with no spilled gasoline and overcoming all the safety features. Oh and him being reffered to as the Star Child which…well I’ll explain in the section.
Here it is, now I put some notes in parenthesis with some segments that are important to the abilities he has.
I took two slow steps toward the video game, staring at its screen. I didn’t pay attention to the spaceship or the asteroids or the giant, disembodied skull flying around. I didn’t care about the flickers of static that washed across the screen as I got closer, something inside its computer reacting to my presence.(showing of his antitech field when he was sixteen, as he gets older and more powerful the field acts faster and is more powerful) No. I paid attention to the glass screen and to the reflection of the store that shone dimly upon it.
I identified my outline on it, long and thin. I could see the vague outlines of the store as more shadowy shapes—aisles and end caps, the counter and the door.
And the Thing standing just inside the door.
It was huge. I mean, it was taller and broader than the door was. It was more or less humanoid. The proportions were wrong. The shoulders too wide, the arms too long, the legs crooked and too thick. It was covered in fur or scales or some scabrous, fungal amalgamation of both. And its eyes were empty, angled pits of dim violet light.
I felt my hands begin to shake. Tremble. Actually, they became absolutely spastic. The paper bag made a steady rattling sound. There was a creature from another world standing behind me. I could feel it, no more than seven or eight feet away from me, every bit as real as Stan, to every sense but my sight. It took a real effort to move my head enough to cast a single, hurried glance over my shoulder.
Nothing.(the creature is there, Dresden can sense it easily but it is invisible unless you see it in a reflection) Stan was shoveling various bills into a bag. The store was otherwise empty. The door hadn’t opened since I had come through it. There was a bell on it. It would have rung had it opened. I looked back at the reflection.
The Thing was two feet closer.(somewhat reminding anyone of the weeping angels, if they gave off lovecraftian vibes)
And it was smiling.
It had a head whose shape was all but obscured by growths or lumpy scales or matted fur. But beneath its eyes I could see a mouth, too wide to be real, filled with teeth too sharp and serrated and yellow to belong to anything of this earth. That was a smile from Lewis Carroll’s opiuminspired, laudanum-dosed nightmares.
My legs felt like they were going to collapse into water at any second. I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t move.
Malice slithered up my spine and danced in spiteful shivers over the back of my neck. I could sense the thing’s hostility—not the mindless anger of a fellow boy I’d needled beyond self-restraint, or Justin’s cold, logical rage. This was something different, something vaster, more timeless, and deeper than any ocean. It was a poisonous hate, something so ancient, so vile, that it could almost kill without any other action or being to support it, a hate so old and so virulent that it had curdled and congealed over its surface into a stinking, staggering contempt.
This thing wanted to destroy me. It wanted to hurt me. It wanted to enjoy the process. And nothing I said, nothing I did, would ever, ever change that. I was something to be eradicated, preferably in some amusing fashion. It had no mercy. It had no fear. And it was old, old beyond my ability to comprehend. It was patient. And if I proved too disappointing to it, I would only break through the veneer of that contempt—and what lay beneath would dissolve me like the deadliest acid. I felt . . . stained, simply by feeling its presence, stained as if it had left some hideous imprint or mark upon me, one that could not be wiped away.
And then it was behind me, so close it could almost touch, its outline towering over me, huge and horrible.
And it leaned down. A forked tongue slithered out from between its horrible shark-chain-saw teeth, and it whispered, in a perfectly low, calm, British accent, “What you have just sensed is as close as your mind can come to encompassing my name. How do you do?”(a being beyond mortal comprehension literally)
I tried to talk. I couldn’t. I couldn’t make the words form in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough air to push my voice up out of my throat.
Damn it. Damn it, I was more than some terrified child. I was more than some helpless orphan preparing to endure what someone vastly older and more powerful than me was preparing to inflict. I had touched the very forces of Creation. I was a young force of nature. I had seen things no one else could see, done things no one else could do.
And in a moment like that, there was only one thing I could ask myself:
What would Jack Burton do?
“I’m f-f-f-fine,” I said in a hoarse, hardly understandable voice. “That’s a mouthful, and I’m busy. D-do you maybe have a nickname?”
Its smile widened.
“Little Morsel, among those whom I have disassembled,” it purred, its tone wrapping lovingly around the last word of the phrase, “I have several times been called by the same phrase.”
“O-oh? W-what’s that?”
“He,” purred the thing, “Who Walks Behind.”
“He Who Walks Behind?” I said, fighting a losing battle to keep from trembling. “As scary names go, that one kind of isn’t. I’d stick with the first one. More evocative.”
“Be patient,” purred the creature’s disembodied voice. “You will understand it before the end.”(actually trying to stand up to it, keep in mind he’s sixteen at this time)
“Uh, dude?” Stan asked quietly. “Uh . . . Who are you talking to?”
“Oh, tell him,” the creature said. “That should be entertaining.”
“Shut up, Stan,” I said. “And get out.”
“Uh,” said Stan. “What?”
I whirled on him and pointed the paper bag at him, my arms extending through the space where He Who Walks Behind apparently both was and wasn’t. “Get the hell out of here!”
Stan fell all over himself trying to comply. He literally went to the tile floor twice on his way to the door, his eyes wide, and stumbled out and into the night.
I turned back to the reflective surface of the video game’s screen, and just as I again found the shape inside it, fire erupted along my spine. I was slammed forward into the video game, and my head hit it hard enough to send a spiderweb of cracks through the machine’s glass screen. Pain, sickening and harsh, flooded through my skull, and I staggered.
But I didn’t fall. Justin DuMorne had been hard on me. It hadn’t ever been this bad, this scary, and it had never hurt so much—but then, it had never been for real. I grabbed the machine’s sides, forced my fingers to hold on, and kept myself from falling.
“Run! Run!” screamed the machine again. This time, the voice was blurred and distorted, disturbingly deep and malicious. I noted blurrily that the cracked and wildly flickering screen had a terrified wizard’s blood all over it. The game’s computer was apparently failing. (He Who Walks Behind slamming Harry into a Sinistar arcade game, and Harry somewhat shaking off the pain)
“You think that the inebriated little mortal is going to run to fetch the authorities,” purred the creature’s voice. I turned my head, looking around, and didn’t see anything. But the motion sent fire down my back, and for the first time I felt a trickling there beneath my jacket. I was bleeding.
“You think that if they come running in their vehicles, with their lights and their symbols, that I will flee.”
I turned and put my back to the machine. My legs felt wobbly, but I was beginning to fight through the pain. I clenched my teeth and snarled, “Get away from me.”
“I assure you,” came the creature’s bodiless voice, “that we will not be disturbed. I have made sure of it. But it does demonstrate that you possess a certain talent for performance under pressure. Does it not?”
“You sound like my guidance counselor,” I said, and wiped blood from one of my eyes. I took a breath and stalked forward, wobbling only a little. I grabbed the bag of money Stan had left on the counter. “I guess maybe you are a little scary.”
“Neither fear nor pain sway you from your objective. Excellent.” This time, the thing’s voice was coming from the far side of the convenience store. “But there’s no knowing the true temper of the blade until it has been tested. Even the strongest-seeming steel may have hidden flaws. This may be interesting.”(actually impressing the Outsider, soldier of the Old Ones, by not just cowering in fear before it)
I paused, frowning, and looked up at my faerie godmother, who still sat at the edge of my grave, listening raptly. “I . . . Godmother, I’ve heard it said that ghosts are memories.”
“Indeed,” Lea said, nodding.
“Are the memories truth?”
Lea arched a rather caustic eyebrow at my words. “You ask your first question before finishing the tale?” Her mouth twisted in distaste. “Your storytelling form leaves something to be desired, child.”
“Yeah, I never did too well in English class. Will you answer the question?”
Her eyes became very, very green and glittered with a wild, gleeful light. “They are the facts, the events as you experienced them.”
I frowned. “I never really had a clear recollection of exactly what the thing said to me,” I said. “I mean, that blow to the head gave me a headache for days.”
“Ah yes,” Lea said. “I remember your pain.”
She would. “Yeah, uh. Anyway. I’m remembering the conversation now, word for word. Is that real? Or is it something that guy in black made up to fill in the blanks?”
“They are your memories,” she said, “the record, the impression of what you lived. Your brain isn’t the only place they are stored—it is, in truth, often a poor facility for such a purpose.” She paused to consider her next words and then spread her hands, palms up, an odd light in her eyes. “It is the nature of the universe that things remain. Nothing ever disappears completely. The very sound of Creation still echoes throughout the vast darkness: The universe remembers. You are currently free of the shackles of mortality. Your limited brain no longer impedes access to that record. The only blocks to your memory are those you allow to be.”
“That’s either very Zen or very . . . very crazy,” I said. “So, this memory—this is all the actual event?”
“Did I not just say as much?” she asked crossly. “It would make a ridiculous fiction. Why would I bother listening otherwise?”
I honestly wasn’t sure. But I decided not to push the issue. Ghost Harry, wise Harry.
“Now,” the Leanansidhe said. “If you are quite finished holding hostage my imagination, pray continue.”(Dresden, a ghost at this time and recounting the tale asking about how true his memories since he’s a ghost which are fueled powered and exist as memories, echoes of one’s life, anyway he’s asking how true they are. The person answering is the Leanansidhe, the second most powerful Faerie of the Winter Court of Fae, basically a physical god, and a reliable source on her own part when it comes to a lot of things. Anyway point is this memory is basically the next best thing to a recording on an HD Blue-Ray disc)
“Get away from me,” I snarled, clutching the money. Sparks spat fitfully from the fried security camera. They were most of the light in the place. Even if the creature had been something solid and physical, it might have hidden in the stretches of shadow between the flickering motes of light. I didn’t see it anywhere.
So it came as a shock to me when something gripped the back of my neck and effortlessly flung me into an end cap of various doughnuts and pastries.
I went through it and hit the shelf behind. It hurt more than I could have believed. Years later, I would have considered it a minor foothill of pain, but at the time it was a mountain. The sweet smell of sugar and chocolate filled my nose. I figured my backside must be coated in about half an inch of frosting, cream filling, and powdered sugar. The scent made my stomach howl for food, gurgling loudly enough to be heard over the sound of items falling from the shelves here and there.
Like I said. Sixteen.
“Such a useless scrap of meat contains you,” the creature said, its voice unchanged by the violence. “It is entirely inconsequential, and yet it molds you. Your existence is a series of contradictions. But here is certainty, mortal child: This time, you cannot run.”
The hell I couldn’t. Running had always served me fairly well, and I saw no reason to change my policy now. I scrambled to my feet and ran for the back of the store, away from the presumed direction of my attacker. I rounded the far corner of the aisle and pressed my back up against it, panting.
Something hard and hot and slimy settled around my neck, a noose made of moist serpent, and just as strong. It jerked me up and off my feet, a bruising force that threw me into the air and released me almost instantly.
I had an enormous flash of empathy for Jerry, facing the raw power and amused pleasure of a large, invisible Tom.
“You cannot escape what is always behind you,” it said.(back to the memory of sixteen year old Dresden, you can see that even then Dresden could take some serious damage, this is an outside of universe abomination working for the Old Ones, tossing him around like a ragdoll. This is way before Dresden trained with Ebenezer, this is probably the weakest Dresden has been shown in the series)
I landed on my ass, hard, and scrambled toward the other aisle on my hands and knees, only to feel another terrible force strike me, a contemptuous kick in the seat of my pants. It flung me forward into a glass door on a wall of refrigerated cabinets holding racks and racks of cold drinks.
I bounced off the door and landed, dazed, staring for a second at the large cracks my head had left in the glass.
“No one will save you.”
I tried to crawl farther away. I made it only far enough to reach the next cabinet, and then a blow struck me in the ribs and flung me into the next glass door. My shoulder hit it this time and didn’t break the glass, but I felt something go pop in my arm, and the whole limb seemed to light up with abrupt awareness of pain.
The unseen presence of the creature came closer. Its voice lowered to a bare, pleased murmur. “Child of the stars. I will destroy you this night.”(now here is an interesting line, Child of the Stars, I…how to explain this. Dresden was born under a very special alignment of the celestial bodies, the stars planets etc. Which allows Dresden certain powers over Outsiders….which are basically all extrauniversal entities like He Who Walks Behind, it allows him to actually kick their asses out of their physical bodies and back from whence they came)
My head was full of pain and fear. I could sense it getting closer again, coming up behind me—always there, I somehow knew, where I was weakest, most vulnerable. That was where it would always be.
I had to move. I had to do something. But the terror felt like lead weights on my wrists and ankles, sapping my strength, making muscles turn to water, thoughts to noise. I tried to run, but the best I could do was a slow, slippery scramble down the aisle of cold drinks.
“Pathetic,” said He Who Walks Behind, growing nearer with every word. “Whimpering, mewling thing. Useless.”
Terror.
I couldn’t think.
I was going to die.
I was going to die.
And then my mouth said, in a damned passable Pee-wee Herman impersonation, “I know you are, but what am I?”
He Who Walks Behind stopped in his tracks. There was a flickering heartbeat of uncertainty in that inevitable presence, and the creature said, “What?”
“Ha-ha!” I said in the same voice, double-tapping my own fear with the character’s staccato laugh. A thought came shining through my head: Maybe I can’t stop this thing from coming at my back.
But I can choose which way I turn it.
I struggled to my feet and started town the aisle, spinning with every step, whirling-dervish style. The whole time, I heard myself spewing Pee-wee Herman’s cartoony laugh—which, in retrospect, was possibly the creepiest thing to hit my ears that night.
I hit the door with a hip and an elbow and blew through it, still spinning, out into the parking lot. Once there, I realized that my escape plan did not have a part two. It hadn’t been concerned with getting me any farther than the doors of the store.
I’d achieved the objective. Now what?
The darkened parking lot was a mass of shadows. The nearest lights were a hundred yards away, and seemed somehow dimmer, more orange than they should have been. There was a heaviness in the air and a faint, faint stench of death and rot. Had that been something the creature had done? Had that been what it meant when it said it had made sure of our privacy?(Dresden continuing to defy an ancient evil)
Stan was in the parking lot, out between the two islands housing the convenience store’s gas pumps. He looked like a man who was trying to run in slow motion. His arms were moving very slowly, his legs bent as if sprinting, but his pace was much slower than a walk, as if he’d been trying to run through a rice paddy filled with peanut butter. He was looking over his shoulder at me, and his face was distorted with terror, a horrible mask that hardly looked human in the shadow-haunted night.
I began to run toward him on pure instinct. Herd instinct, really, operating on the assumption that there was greater safety in numbers. My feet pounded the parking lot’s asphalt at normal speed, and his eyes widened with almost comical slowness and amazement as I ran toward him.
“Is that what you are?” came the creature’s voice, from no direction and from all of them. “One of them? One of the swarm that infests this world?” The origin point of the voice changed, and I suddenly felt hot, stinking breath right on the back of my neck. “I expected better of a pupil of DuMorne.”
I whirled, throwing my arms up defensively. I had time to see everything in the reflection of the convenience store’s broad front windows.
He Who Walks Behind emerged from the shadows in front of the terrified Stan. Broad, horrible arms wrapped around him, crushing him as easily as a man picking up a child. Another limb, maybe a tail or some kind of tentacle, covered in the same growth-fur-scales as the rest of the creature, joined the two arms, so that Stan was wrapped at the shoulders, at the bottom of the ribs, and at the hips.
And then with a slow smile and a simple, savage twisting motion, He Who Walks Behind tore Stan the convenience store clerk into three pieces.
I’d seen death before, but not like that. Not terrible and swift and bloody. I spun back to Stan in time to see the three pieces fall to the ground. Blood went everywhere. One of his arms waved in frantic windmills, and his mouth opened as if to scream, but nothing came out except a vomiting gurgle and a gout of blood. Wide, terrified eyes stared at mine for a second, and I jerked my gaze away, desperate to avoid seeing Stan’s soul as he died.
Then he just sort of . . . changed. From a person in hideous pain and fear to an empty pile of . . . of meat. Parts. Soiled cloth.
I had never seen death come like that. As a humiliation, a reduction of a unique soul to nothing more than constituent matter. When the creature killed Stan, it didn’t simply end his life. It underscored the underlying futility, the ultimate insignificance of that life. It made a man, albeit a fairly unmotivated one, into less than nothing—something that had been a waste of the resources it had consumed. Something that had never had a choice in its own fate, never had a chance to be anything more.
I had involved Stan in this struggle. It hadn’t been his fight at all.
Granted, I had never intended to hurt the guy and never would have. Nonetheless, without my decision to stick up the convenience store, he would have still been loitering behind the counter, killing time until his next joint. He had been caught up in violence that he had done nothing to earn or expect—and it had killed him.
Something in my head went click.
That wasn’t right.
Stan shouldn’t have died like that. No one should. No one—man, beast, or otherwise—should get to decide, in a moment of malicious humor, that it got to end Stan’s life, to take away everything he was and everything he might ever be.
Stan hadn’t deserved it. He hadn’t been looking for it. And that creature, that demon, had murdered him.
I felt my jaw begin to ache as it clenched harder and harder. I could feel my rapid pulse beating behind my eyes. There was a terrible pressure inside my head and inside my chest, and with it came a rising wave of anger, and something darker and deadlier than anger that came welling up like a great wave from an unlit sea.
It.
Wasn’t.
Right.
No, it wasn’t. But the world wasn’t a fair place, was it? And I had more reason to know it than most people twice my age. The world wasn’t nice, and it wasn’t fair. People who didn’t deserve it suffered and died every single day.
So what? So somebody ought to do something about it.
My right arm and shoulder burned like fire as I felt my right hand slowly form a tight fist. The knuckles popped one by one. They hadn’t ever done that before.
I turned to face the creature’s image in the reflection. It was crouched over Stan’s corpse, its talons tapping lightly on the dead man’s open eyes, its mouth still stretched into that horrible, wide smile.
And when it saw the look on my face, its smile widened and its eyes narrowed. “Ahhhh,” it said. “Ahhhhh. There you are.”
I was not a victim. I was not a powerless child. I was a wizard. I was furious. And I was finished running. “This isn’t your world,” I whispered.
“Not now,” He Who Walks Behind murmured, its smile widening. “But it will be ours again in just a little time.”
“You won’t be around to see it,” I said.
I had never used my power in anger. I had never consciously tried to harm another being with my magic.
But this thing? If anything I had ever seen had it coming, if ever a being was deserving of receiving my violence, it was the bloodstained creature crouching over Stan’s mangled body. Everything had been taken away from me in the space of a single afternoon. My home. My family. And now, it seemed, I was about to lose my life. Well, if that was how it was going to be, if I couldn’t run without getting more innocent bystanders killed, then I would make my stand here—and I had no intention of going quietly.
I reached into that deep well of anger and began drawing it together into something as hot and violent and destructive as what I was feeling inside.
“There’s something you should know,” I said. “I skipped sixth hour today. Spanish. Which I’m not very good at anyway.”
“What is that to me?” asked the creature.
“Flickum bicus just doesn’t seem appropriate,” I replied. The heat in my right arm and shoulder concentrated into my right hand. The scent of burned hairs crept up to my nose. “And you really don’t understand where you’re standing, do you?”
The creature’s reflection looked left and right at the gas pumps on either side of it.
I kept my eyes locked on its image in the windows, extended my right hand back toward it, and formed my little fire-lighting spell into something a thousand times bigger, hotter, and deadlier than anything I had ever attempted before.
I met the thing’s eyes in the reflection, reached down to the well of energy and pure will I’d built inside me, extended my hand toward the creature, and screamed, “Fuego!”
My rage and fear poured out of me. Fire lashed out from my open hand like water from a broken hydrant. It spilled all over He Who Walks Behind and over Stan’s body, and lit up the darkness with angry golden light.
The creature let out a scream, more surprise and anger than pain, clutching at its eyes with its huge hands. The light changed the reflection in the glass and I could no longer see what was behind me. I swept the torrent of fire left and right without turning away or changing the direction my back faced. I hoped it would slow He Who Walks Behind long enough for my modified fire-starting spell to do its thing.
Gasoline pumps have all kinds of safety mechanisms built into them to reduce the odds of accidentally igniting them. They’re pretty good. I mean, how many times have you touched off an explosion while filling your car? But as reliable as they are, those measures are made to stop accidents.
And no engineer in the world ever thought about building them to stop angry young wizards.
It took a couple of seconds, but then there was a screaming sound, something metallic strained past the breaking point, and the first tank went up in a bloom of spectacular fire.
The explosion flung me back, scorching my skin and burning away the hair on my eyebrows. I landed on my ass—again—and lay there, stunned, for a few seconds. Sudden weariness, deeper than anything I had ever known, flooded over me in reaction to the energy I’d expended on my economy-sized ignition spell.
And then the second tank went up.
Hot wind and pieces of smoking metal showered against the front of the convenience store. I’m glad the first blast knocked me down. If I’d been standing, the metal shrapnel that punched out the entire front wall of windows would have gone through me first.
I stared at the flames and saw a shape within it—or, rather, I saw a creature-shaped void where the smoke and fire should have been. A voice emerged from the fire, something huge and terrifying, a voice that belonged to gods and monsters of myth.
“HOW DARE YOU!” it roared. “HOW DARE YOU RAISE YOUR HAND AGAINST ME!”
Then that not-figure crashed to its knees and fell limply onto its side.(Dresden watching as He Who Walks Behind rips an adult man in three like nothing and then finding the resolve, the power the will to unleash hell and blow a modern safety precautions etc, no reason beyond Dresden at sixteen unleashing a ridiculous amount of fire)
The roaring flames swept in and consumed it.
And my first true battle was over.
@Admiral
Dresden in his teen years is Badass enough to the point if he were to get it on with a cousin of his, one wouldn’t mind the idea at all, right?
@Commander
uhm just read what I posted.
@Admiral
I did.
Truth be told, I wish my own anger were able to do even 1/5th of that level of power, methinks it would have helped me develop a more weaponizable backbone, to be frank.
Dresden in his teen years >>>> destroys Jace Wayland of The Mortal Instruments for sure, mono-a-mono, but I digress.
Minor digression shot in here, I’m thinking of getting He-who-walks-behind a match at some point, you’re not gonna mind it either, are you?
So back to the kombat at hand?
Uhm, yes, I do want to point out another fact, it was mentioned that enough willpower would allow Dresden to win, Dresden can do anything with his magic that he believes in, if you look at the part where he does destroy He Who Walks Behind, he builds it up with the thoughts of how what was done to Stan was wrong, how he believed He Who Walks Behind didn’t deserve to exist.
@Admiral
In other words, basically just take some cues from the hazards of bloodlusting all 3 guys I’d back up(Haseo especially included via a nod) then attempt to imagine a multiplier between 10 and 50 and it would essentially = bloodlusted Dresden, right?
Wonder if bloodlust will be of use to Dresden in here!
“Dresden can do anything with his magic that he believes in”
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Reality Warping?
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Anyways, If im reading the last bit of the quote correctly, he creates a building+ level explosion
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KxjGn30PDA&feature=BFa&list=LLqqOyTLiJSyy4NQ1jbyDbgA 2:31-2:48
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Sephiroth survives being engulfed in some sort of heat magic ball and survives an explosion somewhere in the middle with little to no injury
@Admiral
You reading latest news, thus far?
Ah yes it was about building level, when Dresden was sixteen. Wizards grow stronger with edge, that was around twenty or thirty years for Dresden, plus two power boosts. That was Dresden calling on rage of watching someone he had just tried to hold up in a robbery ripped up. Sephiroth running around being himself and killing people, Dresden is going to be far angrier, and is far stronger. Lets compare to say DBZ, that feat was Dresden when he was proportionate to Goku during the fight with Raditz, Dresden is now minimum somewhere after the defeat of Frieza if not after the android saga. Super Sayain abouts. Also you’ll note he’s targeting based on the reflection of a gas station window with an injured arm and the target is behind him. Sephiroth isn’t invisible other than in reflections last I checked.
And maybe not reality warping, I meant more the intent behind a spell. a Dresdenverse Warlock can only kill a person if they believe it is the right thing, that what they are doing is right. A Necromancer can only raise the dead if he puts his will in it and binds the spirit of the thing he’s raising with his will, and believes it is for the best to do this.
Dresden would easily believe destroying Sephiroth is right, just like when he was Sixteen he felt destroying the physical form of He Who Walks Behind was.
I feel the need to bring up that the heat magic ball/explosion Sephiroth shrugged off was when he was in his weakest form (Crisis Core form)
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He’s gotten more durable since than
Okay, still just saying that Dresden’s magic has gotten stronger with age and with two power boosts. Plus it shows him fighting and able to sense an invisible to the naked eye monster.
Plus it shows Dresden destroying at least the physical form of a soldier of the Old Ones. That is an impressive feat.
However here is some info on it.
a sacrifice to offer form to the one known as He Who Walks Behind
” “My, such a generous offer,” Raith said. “I can only assume this is some
sort of clumsy ploy, Dresden, unless you are entirely deluded. I’ll counter
your offer. Run, wizard. Or I won’t kill the pretty officer. I’ll keep her. After
I kill you, of course.”
“Heh,” I said. “You aren’t in good enough shape for that to be so easy,” I
said. “Or you wouldn’t have let me stall you while we batted bullshit back
and forth.”
In answer, Raith said absolutely nothing.
The bottom dropped out of my stomach.
And, better and better, the chant rolling from Madge’s lips rose to a ringing
crescendo. A wild, whirling wind rose within the center of the circle,
catching her hair and spreading it in a cloud of dark-and-silver strands. As
that happened, the tempo of her words shifted, and they shifted from that
other tongue into English. “While here we wait, O hunter of the shadows!
We who yearn for your shadow to fall upon our enemy! We who cry out in
need for thy strength, O Lord of Slowest Terror! May your right arm come
to us! Send unto us your captain of destruction! Mastercraftsman of death!
Let now our need become the traveler’s road, the vessel for He Who Walks
Behind!”
The rest of my stomach promptly followed the bottom, and for a second I
thought my sense of logic and reason had vanished with them.
He Who Walks Behind.
Hell’s holy stars and freaking stones shit bells.
He Who Walks Behind was a demon. Well. Not really a demon. The Walker
was to a demon what one of those hockey-masked movie serial killers was
to the grade-school bully who had tried to shake me down once for lunch
money. Justin DuMorne had sent the Walker after me when we’d had our
falling-out, and I’d barely managed to survive the encounter. I’d torn apart
He Who Walks Behind, but even so he’d left me with some unnerving scars. ”
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Dresden talking with the Fallen Angel renting part of his brain and being told for the first time that He Who Walks Behind is an Outsider, and not your average run of the mill red shirt type either
” Lasciel leaned closer. “He Who Walks Behind is an Outsider, Harry. A terrible creature, the most
potent of the Walkers, a powerful knight among their ruling entities. But when he came for you, you
overthrew him.”
True. I had. It was all still a little blurry, but I remembered the end of the fight well enough. Lots and
lots of kaboom, and then no more demon. And there was a burning building.
Thud-thump: 1:25.
“Listen,” Lasciel said, giving my head a little shake. “You have the potential to hold great power over
them. You may be able to escape the power now held over you. If you are sure it is what you want, I can
give you an opportunity to defy Malvora’s sending. But you’ll have to hurry. I don’t know how long it will
take to throw it off, and they are almost upon you.” ”
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More info on Outsiders
” Morgan nodded. “The Red Court followed us into the territory of the Sidhe,” he said.
“They had to know,” I said quietly. “They had to know that by pressing the attack in Faerie itself they would anger the Sidhe. They’ve just declared war on Summer and Winter alike.”
“Yes,” Morgan said in a flat voice. “But it didn’t stop them. They attacked us as we retreated. And…” He glanced at Luccio as if in appeal.
She gave him a firm look and said to me, “They had called demons to assist them.” She inhaled slowly. “Not simply beasts from the Nevernever. They had gone to the Netherworld. They had called Outsiders.”
I took a longer drink of Mac’s ale. Outsiders. Demons were bad enough, but they were at least something I was fairly familiar with. The reaches of the Nevernever, the world of spirit and magic that surrounds the mortal world, are filled with all kinds of beings. Most of them really don’t give a damn about mortal affairs, and we are nothing but a remote and unimportant curiosity to them. When beings of the spirit world are interested in mortal business, it’s for a good reason. The ones who like to eat us, hurt us, or generally terrify us are what wizards commonly refer to as demons, as a general term. They’re bad enough.
Outsiders, though, were so rarely spoken of that they were all but a rumor. I wasn’t really clear on all of the details, but the Outsiders had been the servants and foot soldiers of the Old Ones, an ancient race of demons or gods who had once ruled the mortal world, but who had apparently been cast out and locked away from our reality.
There was a specific Law of Magic against contacting them-Thou Shalt Not Open the Outer Gates. No one wanted to be the one suddenly suspected of opening ways for the Outsiders to enter the mortal world. The Wardens absolutely did not play around with violations of the Laws of Magic. Their entire purpose in life was to protect the Council-first from violators of the seven Laws, and then from everyone else. “
If Dresden cannot fight like this, then I see Sephiroth winning with speedy powerful slashes that can could even cut a mountain to pieces.
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KxjGn30PDA&feature=related
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mHHD6OmRq0
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It appears Sephirtoh has telekinesis as he drought down the top half of the Shinra building holding his hand in the air. If Sephiroth was allowed to use his magic, he could simply summon Meteor, cast Supernova or even mind rape him like he did with Cloud (the scene where cloud was manipulated to hand over the black materia).
“that can could even cut a mountain to pieces”
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Da faq? Sephiroth isn’t a mountain buster. I have no idea where you got that from
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“he could simply summon Meteor”
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Which requires up to a week of intense meditation, thus prep time and as such not accessible in combat
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“cast Supernova”
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Not a real supernova and it can’t kill you (it can only take away 75% of your current HP) and its an illusion (as in the supernova and planets being vaporised is an illusion as everything goes back to normal and if it was real, Gaia would have been obliterated. Plus suns don’t explode 20 times in 5 minutes), thus mental status effect or something like that
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“even mind rape him like he did with Cloud”
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He could only do that to Cloud because he had Jenova Cells. Dresden does not
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Most of these have already been covered
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While I do agree Sephiroth wins, at least do try to keep up
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Although as for this:
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“Sephirtoh has telekinesis as he drought down the top half of the Shinra building holding his hand in the air”
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Was any counter ever brought up for Sephiroth’s telekinesis? Because Sephiroth was able to also lift up and restrain Cloud’s party
“simply summon Meteor”
takes a week
” cast Supernova ”
not a real supernova
“even mind rape him like he did with Cloud ”
iirc that only worked cause cloud had jenova cells i could be weong though
@NKB
Keep in mind that regardless, if the One-Winged Angel tried mind-raping Dresden, he’d essentially be shooting himself in the foot(or in his case stabbing his own leg with that sword!), really.
But he can’t mind rape Dresden, even so he has enough willpower to overcome the lifestream of the planet and stop his soul and conciousness from being absorbed by it and then pull himself out of it, so… yeah
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Besides, Dresden’s not the only one who’s died twice amirite?
Points taken, but his speed and power from his sword should do the trick. Can Dresden fight as fast as Sephiroth.
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I brought up the mountain busting because as seen in the vids I posted, he effortlessly destroys buildings and a large cannon with what appears to be several meters thick of steel or whatever the medal was used to build that cannon. What swipes like that, a mountain would not stand for too long. He does not require any charge up time, it’s instant strength with each swipe of his sword.
“Can Dresden fight as fast as Sephiroth.”
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No, so far Sephiroth is alot stronger and faster than Dresden, coupled with flight and teleportation
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“What swipes like that, a mountain would not stand for too long”
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You do know that it would require more destructive force to level a mountain than it would to level a city, let alone skyscrapers right?
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outskirtsbattledome.wikispaces.com/Destructive+Capacity
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Just so you can see how wrong you are with your ‘mountain busting’ argument
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Sephiroth with his building busting blows wouldn’t phase a mountain remotely
True, there’s also Yusuke Urameshi from Yu Yu Hakusho who got killed twice!
I could name another potential candidate, but it may not be best to do so in here.
Hint: Its not First Lord Tavi as far as I’m aware!
“True, there’s also Yusuke Urameshi from Yu Yu Hakusho who got killed twice!
I could name another potential candidate, but it may not be best to do so in here.
Hint: Its not First Lord Tavi as far as I’m aware!!”
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And the point flies right over his head
(Grabs the point’s physical body that was in the form of a paper plane)
You were saying?
Anyways, to do a list of the advantages of both sides from whats been said so far:
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Sephiroth:
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*Extremely fast, and far more so demonstrably than his opponent. Also much, much physically stronger than his opponent
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*Possess a weapon created in a similar fashion to a Green Lantern construct and thus could likely stand up to the Soulfire blade (that would brought up in Black Templar vs Dresden) that his opponent has. Also about 7ft long, thus has superior melee reach over his opponent
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*Aforementioned strength is great enough to cut massive steel and concrete structures to pieces with little to no effort as well as shatter a huge chunk of a skyscraper. Cutting through materials leave them burning due to either sheer friction or energy releases from his weapon. Probably the latter
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*Large scale telekinesis. Able to level a section of a huge ruined skyscraper and send it hurtling at Cloud with a simple physical motion. Another example where he restrained and lifted Cloud and his party without even touching them. Another description being “I feel like its shredding my body” or something along those lines
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*Incapable of tiring, able to outfight a superhuman who can cleave steel and concrete with no effort
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*Durable enough to survive being shoved through many floors of steel, concrete and glass with little to no injury despite appearing to be a normal unarmored human
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*Has access to spells such as Pale Horse and Heartless Angel that can either petrify or nearly kill his opponent should he pull them off
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*Has teleportation that allows him to freely manoeuvre around the battlefield and avoid most forms of attack his opponent can deliver as well as easily close the distance with his opponent
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*Possess several materia based spells that he doesn’t need materia to use such as polymorphing, silence, stop, death, death sentence, comet and more given he knows all magic
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*Of particular note to the last point, his shield spell is capable of nullifying physical damage and absorbing elemental damage to heal him
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*Can fire blades of energy from the Masamune that can effortlessly tear through steel and concrete
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*Immune to convection (as seen in the Niblehiem incident, or so I’ve read in Vader vs Sephiroth, more later)
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Harry Dresden:
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*Is easily superior to his opponent in terms of destructive capacity where magic is concerned
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*Possesses gravity manipulation which he can extend to several dozen meters in AoE (as in city block+ level effects) and crush even buildings to small pieces and would cripple, if not crush his opponent if he were to land this kind of attack on him
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*Possesses kinetic energy blasts that can send large werewolves back several city blocks and level at least 3 brick walls
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*Possess kinetic bracelets that could likely deflect glancing blows at the very least from his opponent
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*Can project flames that are as hot as 6000 C and as such would be capable of frying his opponent on contact
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*Can sense “evil” magic and as such effectively has a form of precognition against his opponent’s attacks if he were to assault him with magic, although it would be less useful up close
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*Possess thought activated magic shields that could likely take all but direct melee blows from his opponent (because like with the Templar, physics is a pain in the ass when it comes to direct blows)
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*Possesses an incredible amount of willpower that easily stacks up to that of his opponents own
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*Can create circles around his opponent to cut him off from his magic. Granted it’s still unknown (to me anyways) how its broken (if it was posted as to how I must have missed it)
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*Possesses a decent degree of durability and pain tolerance to blunt force and heat based attacks
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*Has a soulfire fist that could likely smack Sephiroth around (although I admittedly know little about this attack)
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(corrections would be appreciated)
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As for the aforementioned immunity to convection for Sephiroth, I read that he did in Vader vs Sephiroth, although I know little about this, if someone could post something relating to this I’d appreciate it
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As for the pre-cognition with sensing Sephiroth’s magic, Sephiroth could possibly resort to sitting back and using his blade beams (firing them at Dresden in rapid succession) and effectively overwhelm Dresden’s effective precognition by firing several projectiles at a fast rate, forcing Dresden on the defensive, while Sephiroth could teleport and close the distance while Dresden is distracted with deflecting the blade beams
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Although even if Sephiroth were to close the distance Dresden could always use his kinetic energy blasts to keep Sephiroth back and damage him to an extent, which would take quite alot of force to harm to a significant extent, let alone kill him (although this would work better if Sephiroth was pinned down with the gravity thing first given Sephy’s overwhelming physical advantage). After all, Sephiroth was able to tank the g-forces of being shoved through massive office buildings without losing momentum and emerging unscathed, but his blasts did send a massive werewolf flying back several city blocks so they could harm Sephiroth, several blasts would possibly kill him
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Alternatively Dresden could possibly avoid the strikes (if he were to get lucky) and use his bracelets to absorb energy from Sephiroth’s glancing blows to use said energy against him, though given Sephiroth’s strength and combat speed with his weapon and his teleportation, the chances of this would be very little, plus Dresden wouldn’t be stupid enough to let Sephiroth up close to him (or else he be dead really fast)
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Then theres Dresden’s biggest card, his gravity manipulation, which as said before would cripple or outright crush Sephiroth (as it was able to crush buildings into small peices) if he could catch Sephiroth (or if he didn’t teleport out of the AoE as Dresden commenced it). Which he could effectively from that point smack Sephiroth around with a soulfire fist or a KE blast like the one he used on that werewolf thingy or fry him with those flames with heat of 6000 C or so (inb4 gendrons lulz), which would be a winning strategy for Dresden
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Then we come to telekinesis, in which even if Sephiroth cannot directly TK Dresden (was a counter ever raised to that? If so I think I missed it), he could always (given the arena present) tear chunks from buildings and telekinetically hurl them at Dresden, or telekinetically crumble buildings on Dresden like he did in his fight with Cloud in AC. For the former Dresden could likely block them with his shields, but like the blade beam strategy I proposed earlier, Sephiroth could always throw them at a rapid rate and keep Dresden occupied while he teleports close to Dresden, as for the latter he could pull something similar to what he did with Cloud in darting amongst the rubble, this giving him the element of surprise against his opponent, which could be lethal given Sephiroth’s physical advantage over Dresden (who would probably be occupied with blocking the rubble to also focus on Sephiroth teleporting around him (as in overwhelming his precog to close in and land an effective blow)
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Then theres Sephiroth’s notable spells such as Heartless Angel and Pale Horse, both of which would be lethal against Dresden should they connect, the latter being a one shot victory. Heartless Angel being something that drains magic from the opponent as well as renders them near dead, although not crippled, whereas Pale Horse turns you into a statue. Then again these require a little bit to charge up afaik, which with Dresden’s powers may give him an opening against Sephiroth
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And Sephiroth’s most useful defensive spell (imo) in his shiled spell which can absorb physical damage and absorb elemental damage which heals him. Which might help against KE blasts, the encasing him in ice thing and the blue flames that Dresden uses. Although the gravity increasing probably wouldn’t be subject to it given its increasing gravity and not using it as an offensive attack against him like said before by other people earlier in the debate
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Then again Im simply saying its a possiblity that it could work against them
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Well thats what I have for now (theres probably things that I missed out on), but all in all this fight’s looking pretty cool from my perspective anyways
I do feel obligated to point out the gravity is an element in FF7 (represented by the Demi series of spells), and it is possible (in fact very easy) to make oneself immune to ‘gravity damage’ (however that translates out of gameplay) using only materia (gravity + Elemental, to be exact). If Sephiroth really does have access to every ability granted by materia, he might have access to that as well.
And Shield would absorb it to heal him as well.
Apparently Dresden’s gravity spells simply increase the gravity of an area according to Dresden’s supporters rather than gravity based attacks like FF7 gravity spells, but I know little in this regard towards this
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“And Shield would absorb it to heal him as well.”
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Which I brought up earlier as a means to possibly counteract the fire and ice attacks, possibly the kinetic energy blasts
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Btw, I skimmed Vader vs Sephiroth and read something about Sephy being immune to convection due to the Niblehiem Incident or something. You know anything about this?
I think I posted Dresden resisting a Mayan God earlier, or enough to move his hand while the god was 1). at the heart of the gods power 2). the god was multitasking to do the same to the dozen or so people brought there with Dresden one of whom was being fueled by an archangel at the time. another was another physical god. Dresden was able to move his arm six inches and open a pouch on his staff raising his arm and unleashing hell isn’t out of the question since Dresden can unleash his combat spells without words but they are more likely to cause area of effect damage which is why he usually uses a staff or blasting rod, it keeps things focused and less likely to get him sued. Of course when a one winged angel is closing in slowly to rub it in and about to cleave you in twain you’re more likely to think, “I probably won’t live to regret this or get sued” and just stat doing whatever it takes.
Yeah, Demi is always hard to de-game -mechanics. Doesn’t help that unlike almost every other FF7 spell, we don’t really know what Demi *does*.
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As to the convection thing, not a clue. Sorry. I’ll look into it though, seems like the sort of thing you’d hear more often.
Heh, I wonder what Sephiroth would say if he found out about Dresden’s ability to sense his magic:
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“Hmph, so, your fancy powers can foresee my movements”
“*faint chuckle*”
“Tell me, can they foresee you fall at my feet?”
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Something along those lines
Dresden: “can your powers let you know the Hubble Telescopes about to brain you?”
Sephiroth looks up as the Hubble Telescope smashes into him and explodes
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Also forgot to add, the silver hand was force spell plus soulfire. Soulfire adds a gl construct like effect, more form and control, to the spells and the whole extra pain to the forces of darkness thing. force spell lets him do the hand thing when using Soulfire fire becomes more potent and lance of fire has an actual blade of flame.
@Admiral
What would happen if Hellfire got factored in?
““Tell me, can they foresee you fall at my feet?””
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Probably send an insult back. Even if he’s about to die won’t stop him from getting all spiderman on whatever is trying to kill him.
@Commander
he doesn’t have Hellfire anymore.
@Admiral
I know, but I was just asking if he still had it, or at least a Denarian Coin on hand!
@Commander Cross
He probably won’t be able to summon it, even if he did WoG said that Winter and Summer combined would be like an antimatter explosion, combine heaven and hell’s powers would probably be about the same
@Admiral
You mean it’d result in a viable MAD tactic, more or less?
more like letting a plane made of anitmatter crash into a building of matter.
@Admiral
Yet unless the planet gets destroyed, it might seem like a viable MAD tactic to consider, right?
How does Pumpkin-headed Dresden stumble on MAD tactics that might just work?
Well, I looked over the match and sadly, I do not have the power to change it. StealthRanger is the suggester and he is already 50 posts too late to change it. Not to mention Hitman H94 is the designated Mod of this match, so all changes has to be done by him.
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As for the match as is, Sephiroth’s speed makes this match seem like a spite fight. But one thing to note is Sephiroth does have a physical body in AC. Kadaj absorbs Jenova’s remains into his body, which causes him to transform into Sephiroth. In short, Sephiroth is using Kadaj’s body to connect to the physical plane, like the Dresden books suggested about spirits.
@Judge AkumaTh
Will you assist with speaking with Judge Hitman to be ready to permit the changes, now that he’s gonna know that the majority consented for it?
The Admiral made the requested changes, I wish to know if you may assist with us in speaking to Judge Hitman on this, alright?
I don’t usually contact with the others. And I don’t know his E-mail to mention it. Also, the Admin did give control to the one who suggested it, meaning he had till the first 50 posts to make changes.
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Your only hope is to make a rematch to this match with the added stipulations.
@Judge AkumaTh
We already have 5-6+ votes for requesting some of the alterations, if yours gets added that would make 6-7+ for the votes, meaning we can tell Hitman to consent for it, pretty much.
Overall I was just more curious if there is a chance, for Dresden to win. I think its 55/45 maybe but could be wrong. Dresden has the firepower to destroy a physical form. But if Sephiroth teleports Dresden may or may not be able to sense and react (Dresden has been able to sense dark magic/energy like the Skinwalker He Who Walks Behind) I’d think Sephiroth’s teleports would give similar vibes. I’d bring up Dresden’s budding precog but it only activates for things that are greatly important to his life right now (when he was heading to a big battle in one book he was getting dejavu on his way up a tower on Demonreach island, this was well before he had gotten the genius loci) so it may or may not activate and warn him of Sephiroth’s attacks. I’m not going to say it will but can’t in good faith say it won’t.
Is Dissidia considered canon?
No idea, I just know we’re using Advent Children incarnation.
Oh cause Dissisda sephiroth is lightspeed
just read up Dissidia isn’t canon.
@Chuck
Ah, well reading up it looks like its an AU thing.
@Combine
Care to join in on the mass voting session to get the mods to consent to the modifications that the Admiral is requesting?
honestly as long as the match turned out fair I’m happy, though the fairness of the match has me somewhat reconsidering vs Dante. Though I’m going over the Sephiroth vs Dante fight to see who was faster and all.
@Admiral
You’re a better fighter than I am.
So, Sephiroth for the win then?
@Stealth
if its agreeable I wouldn’t mind waiting and seeing if anything new happens reaction time wise etc in the next book, Dresden is apparently going through physical training as the new knight if the few released lines are anything to go by.
Well im all for waiting for the next Dresden book to continue the match as well as allowing him his Winter Knight arsenal
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Although if you still want to give Dresden prep time for that ritual, I could similarly give Sephiroth prep time to summon teh meteorz too
Oh and as for Dresden vs Dante, I’d advise against it. It would just be Chuck wanking Dante to Mach 900000 with Class 1 billion strength from beginning to end
“Well im all for waiting for the next Dresden book to continue the match as well as allowing him his Winter Knight arsenal”
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Change had to be made within the first 50 posts and Hitman is currently on leave so you’d prolly have to wait for him to get back to possibly change this.
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“Oh and as for Dresden vs Dante, I’d advise against it. It would just be Chuck wanking Dante to Mach 900000 with Class 1 billion strength from beginning to end”
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Don’t forget the universe level durability.
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And, Dante is still likely too fast for Dresden considering he is faster than Sephy in movement speed so if that match was to be posted, Harry would likely have to be given prep time.
“Change had to be made within the first 50 posts”
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Yes I know, otherwise I would have said “Dresden can have his Winter Knight Arsenal”
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“Don’t forget the universe level durability.”
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Of course :zaru
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Anyways, Sephiroth ftw, for now anyways
@Stealth
eh, considering I don’t know what the ritual would do beyond immense power boost and has unknown preparation time not really worth it.
@Soldier’s Shadow and SealthRanger
well if Dante really is faster than Sephiroth I won’t do it, if he was equal or slower it would be interesting as just a straight match. Prep time gives Dresden a lot of variable things he could potentially do some of which aren’t things that have happened (Darkhallow, taking up Lashciels coin)
I wonder, would the fact that his Grandfather is capable of certain feats at a powerlevel that Dresden is probably close to now mean that Dresden is capable of similar feats? Honest question mainly asking for this here cause its the first Dresden match I got to.
“his Grandfather is capable of certain feats at a powerlevel that Dresden is probably close to now”
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What kind of feats O_o
ever hear of the Tunguska event the Krakatoa eruption or the New Madrid earthquakes. Dresden’s Grandfather caused all of them he also while in Tennessee pulled a satellite out of orbit (old school sputnik type) and dropped it on someone’s house in Brazil, using a normal at home telescope to see the satellite.
he also has more impressive force controlling in combat “I tracked a slight motion in a nearby treetop and swiveled to point a finger. “Sir, up there!”
Ebenezar grunted a word, reached out a hand, and made a sharp, pulling motion. The grey man who had been clambering toward us was seized by an unseen force, ripped out of the tree, and sent sailing on an arc that would land it in Lake Michigan a quarter of a mile from the nearest shore.”
Turn Coat, Chap 42
” I sensed more movement and pointed behind us, to where a trio of grey men had managed to close on a pair of Wardens who were standing on either side of a still, red-spattered form on the ground. “There!”
Ebenezar stopped talking to make another swift gesture, spoke a word, and one of the approaching grey men was suddenly and literally pounded flat by an invisible anvil. Ectoplasmic ichor flew everywhere. The two Wardens, warned by the magical strike and now facing even odds, made short work of the remaining two.”
Turn Coat, Chap 42
and can force choke
a said. “If Binder is nearby, then so is my sweet cousin Madeline. I’ll stay with Dresden.”
Ebenezar didn’t argue with her. He just snarled, made a fist, and lifted it up, and Lara let out a short, choking cry and rose up ten feet into the air, her arms and legs snapping down straight, locking her body into a rigid board.
I put a hand against his chest. “Wait!”
He glanced at me from beneath shaggy grey brows.
“Let her down. She can come along.” Ebenezar had no way of knowing that I wasn’t out there alone. Georgia and Will were lurking nearby, and could be at my side in a couple of seconds if necessary. Between the two of them, they had accounted for three grey men, too. I tried to put that knowledge behind a very slight emphasis in my tone and told him, “I’ll be fine.”
Ebenezar frowned at me, then shot a glance out at the woods and gave me a reluctant nod. He turned back to Lara and released her from the grip of his will.”
Turn Coat, Chap 35
course Dresden wizards get stronger with age and Ebenezar is 300 years plus old, having fought in the french indian war.
“ever hear of the Tunguska event the Krakatoa eruption or the New Madrid earthquakes”
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No
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Okay but srsly….
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“Dresden’s Grandfather caused all of them he also while in Tennessee pulled a satellite out of orbit (old school sputnik type) and dropped it on someone’s house in Brazil, using a normal at home telescope to see the satellite.”
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Can he use these in an immediate combat situation, or is that something he needs prep time/concentration for (like Sephiroth needs to summon teh meteorz)? If yes to the former than he could possibly bring this to a quick-draw, if yes to the latter, than I’d say we’re still on the same standing of Sephiroth winning due to teleportation and superior strength, speed, etc
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“he also has more impressive force controlling in combat”
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“and can force choke”
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So telekinesis yes? Which Sephiroth also has in his powers (bringing down a section of a building and restraining Cloud and friends)
“Oh and as for Dresden vs Dante, I’d advise against it. It would just be Chuck wanking Dante to Mach 900000 with Class 1 billion strength from beginning to end”
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Still on my dick I see, show me where I said Dante was Mach 900000 and class 1 billion strength. If not that means you’re trolling.
So after the Satellite dropping on the Casaverde Manor Ebenezar reveals he’s the cause for the following events:
“”There’s what’s right,” the old man said, “and then there’s what’s necessary. They ain’t always the same.”
“Casaverde wasn’t the only necessary thing you did,” I said. “Was it.”
“Casaverde,” Ebenezar said, his voice shaking. “Tunguska. New Madrid. Krakatoa. A dozen more. God help me, a dozen more at least.”"
Blood Rites, Chap 35
Tunguska
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event
New Madrid
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1812_New_Madrid_earthquake
Krakatoa
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1883_eruption_of_Krakatoa
info on the disasters. I don’t know if he needed prep or not, Tunguska may have been just a supercharged fireblast for all we know.
I know he was the cause for them, what I was asking if he could utilize said destructive capacity in a combat situation, which if he could possibly bring the match to a quick-draw
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Although I don’t want to dismiss it as something like Sephiroth’s meteor (which requires prep time) given that its unknown how he caused said natural disasters
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Now whut?
Thought so,