Suggested By Guardianangel1911
For this tag team match we have a weird team up, and this battle takes place in Hyrule Town.
For this match Dresden will be in his current Incarnation and has his standard equipment.
Edward Elric will be in his Brotherhood incarnation.
Mage Hawke with Bloodmage and Healer.
Dragonborn will have:
100 one handed
100 destruction
Enchantments on Daedric Items for enhanced Destruction Power.
Who wins?
Dragonborn doesn’t get any shouts?
I would assume he has all his shouts.
Ok, then OP dragonborn is OP. if time between shouts is a game mechanic anyway. Does the ODAHVIING shout count as outside help?
I’ll argue for Ed, but right now I don’t know the abilities of Hawke and the Dragonborn.
On another note, wasn’t that image of Hawke used in another match already?
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www.factpile.com/7449-garrett-hawke-vs-haseo/
Dragonborn can also summon ancient nord heroes from Sovngarde to help him. Marked For Death I believe lowers opponents armor ( gameplay wise) but in reality I would think it just makes them weaker. Also, it does damage over time. ODAHVIING shout summons an ancient dragon to his side. Fire Breath/Frost Breath are pretty straightforward. Ice Form instantly freezes/paralyzes enemies until they are attacked or the effect wears off. This could remove one enemy from the match for a while, although I must confess that I don’t know much about Team 1
One side of me: Why did this had to come down to such bloodshed?
They didn’t even state the entire match scenario for crying outloud!
Other side of me: Side B will have no quarter, show them no mercy and kill them horrifically!
Combined result that’s as best a compromise between the two sides as I can manage?:
Don’t play too roughly with Side B, Side A, remember this match is meant to be a legitimately fair(though never square) fight, it would be boring if this isn’t a fair fight at all for either side.
@CC
As always, after reading your posts my response is: Whaaaa…?
“Does the ODAHVIING shout count as outside help?”
I am pretty sure that counts as outside help even the shout that has those to help him from Sovngarde.
@Hitman
That’s what I thought.
Dresden has Ice powers doubt he can be frozen, also Elric can transmute doubt he can be frozen. or if they are frozen they can unfreeze the other. dragonborn will stomp if he can get close enough for a castle leveling shout.
one thing just incase things get brought up the White Council considers Dresdens opponents dangerous enough that they told him he can kill them with magic all he wants, he’s not bloodlusted and he’s still normal he just is allowed to kill these two with magic.
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that said Hawke is a bit of a useless puppy when it comes to his Bloodmage abilities, Dresden Files has similar magics and Dresden has resisted anothers will being forced upon him before. As for Edward, does his automail have any veins and arteries in it? if not he’s at least semi immune, and even then Dresden has a spell that broke a force of natures will being pressed on him. No matter what he is shot or roasted early on.
Dragonborn’s shouts would be tricky, some of them anyway but some of them are lightning based and Dresden has redirected lightning attacks in the past, and is also an expert in force energy which is why I doubt some of the shouts based in that would help the Dragonborn since Dresden could dispell or redirect or absorb even.
Hermit has already said he’ll debate for Edward and so I’ll focus on Dresden for now. but not in this post, I’ll start looking and getting feats I feel would help
@Guardian
I believe only one shout is lightning based and it just creates a huge storm. By your post I’m guessing Dresden is also immune to soul affecting attacks? FUS ROH DAH is really just a huge wave of kinetic energy ala force push. Is he resistant to brute force like that?
@Admiral
Not to mention the foe quality Side A has, in their favor. (Victor Shadowman on Dresden’s half of Side A, anyone?He’s from the 1st book and while Mage!-verse Hawke’s best interpretations worth the Salt and Iron in their blood* may not have wound up being complete monsters or too close for comfort in to it, most of the interpretations of Mage!-Hawke in question crossed the Moral Event Horizon too many times to count for the White Council’s tastes, thus Mage!-Hawke would be lucky to get Mercy-killed as far as the White Council in general cares!I must question if Mage!-Hawke can dispose of Victor Shadowman*, really!)
As for the Arishok on Side B, I grant you that he is good as far as combatants are concerned, but how does he stack up to the overall foe quality of a lot of the guys Dresden or Ed had to fight?(On Dresden’s end alone, I’m willing to cite out Donald Morgan even though they’re allies and a Loup-Garou Werewolf or two, alone, let’s not get to the Skinwalkers yet, they have too much ‘meat’ in their systems to expand on, for now!)
Alduin is uber indeed, but can he fight it out with a Skinwalker and have any real confirmations in winning and walking out alive from that engagement?
Where does anyone want to begin?
1.) (The ones worth their salt as in the ones that don’t kick the dogs that done nothing wrong or tried to do the right thing as best as they can manage rather than go for Video Game!-cruelty potential for the hells of it!I believe PooperScooperi8′s and Dr. Doctor’s interpretations to be top contenders for best interpretations worth the salt and iron personally, but I digress!)
2.) (I’ve already conceded that Mage!-verse Hawke stands a chance in fighting off Virus Core!-Era Skeith from the dot hack universe, whether or not Mage!-verse Hawke can succeed is another pool of tapeworms I’d rather not get into, just know that Mage!-verse Hawke and the Dragonborn has to deal with the Full Metal Alchemist and someone who actually has the capabilities to rival Virus Core!-Corbenik or even be able to destroy Corbenik and live to tell about it, depending on if Dresden manages to avoid receiving too much damage to survive from the Rebirth of Corbenik Ability, which essentially is a Globalized!-version of a Dresden Files Death Curse with more perks to it than that!Victor Shadowman’s another animal entirely in terms of being able to find and destroy before the other way around becomes true, he was also a blood mage of sorts*if we go with the interpretations of Mage!-Hawke being a blood mage* if I recalled correctly except he has a proverbal Modern Sniper Rifle on him at all times if anyone asks on ranges!I’d know, I read Storm Front!)
I am officially so tired of Harry Dresden that as soon as I can finance it we can expect almost daily stomp matches against him.
No, I don’t think automail has veins and arteries.
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As of the latest Brotherhood episode, I believe Ed only has automail in his leg, Al sacrificed himself to give him his arm back.
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Because this is Brotherhood, Ed has some feats exclusive in that anime, such as his fight with Paninya (which happened differently in the manga).
I’ll post a video once I find one.
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On a related note, Ed’s northern automail is one of the toughest materials in his universe, beaten only by Greed’s skin and Lust’s spear.
@Sauroposeidon
Really is that needed? I mean only GA argues for him so it’s not like he has annoying fan brats.
Dresden stomps. Only way it can likely favor Team 2 is if DB can slow time to allow them to kill Harry and Ed.
I could have sworn I had stated Dresden vs Hawke might be a stomp… or DoD I just think that.
Anyway the only thing useful to Hawke is the poisoned blood, using it to make people explode,and controlling Ed doesn’t really have a defense against that, and I’m pretty sure Dresden hasn’t had that done to him at least the explosion part.
He’s got a spell that could disable Dresden’s shield but without it being sustaining Harry could put a new one up so Db and Hawke would have to time attacks.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wTHpDTOxzbY
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Episode 11, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. The fight begins around five minutes into the video.
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In the manga, Ed fought Paninya on a rooftop, in Brotherhood, the fight involved a wild goose chase resulting in Ed making a series of time-delayed transmutations, columns of rock as big as five-story buildings (low estimate), a really large wall, earthen hands that Ed can control (to an extent), and (much earlier, around four minutes into the video) just how fast Ed can transmute when he’s pissed off (hint: near instantly).
“I could have sworn I had stated Dresden vs Hawke might be a stomp… or DoD I just think that.”
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should be did.
and I mean in Dresden’s favor. He’s got a gun.
No force mage Hawke, O thought that was like one of his things. Blood and Force…
also Dr. Doctor was co suggestor on this.
@Ford Perfect
well Dresden once used a single bolt from an actual storm to drain all it’s potential energy and channel it into a lightning blast. He can also just flat out draw power from the storm for any of his spells. As for the force attack I am really unsure I said maybe. As for soul effecting it might depend, I don’t think he’s ever really dealt with them before.
@Sauro
1. this was suggested way back early september and the last Dresden match posted was September 16. I haven’t suggested any others since so unless a really old one I suggested to admin gets posted.
2. If nothing else at least the Dresden matches are fair and not stomps, with several being very good well debated matches (some better debated than other recent matches) and as I said I have not suggested anymore Dresden matches. I would suggest you not waste your money on stomp matches unless you want to be a troll like Murder who suggested senseless and pointless matches just to spite. The last thing this site needs is more matches like Martian Manhunter vs MC or Doctor Manhattan vs MC.
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@Lowk
don’t remember if you said that or not.
If taking the gun away helps though I can.
“I am officially so tired of Harry Dresden that as soon as I can finance it we can expect almost daily stomp matches against him.”
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It’s been awhile since Dresden hasn’t it?
Though If you are looking for candidates Zatanna from DC could probably take him.
Oh yeah, I forgot about slow time!! Also Become Ethereal could help. And I sorta agree with sauro, I’m getting a little tired of Dresden.
Actually, GA doesn’t bother me at all. It’s just the flood of Dresden matches that have been popping up.
@Sauro
No need to go Murder on us, but I agree. Lay off Dresden for a while guys.
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Can somebody tell me what in the actual feth Cross just said?
Please tell me I’m not the only one who can’t tell what cross is saying 90% of the time.
@Master Sarge
I can agree to lay off of Dresden himself for a while, as well.(Note the keyword on the bolding here!)
As for what I just said, part of me wants to hope Side A will show Side B a modicum of Mercy and not just mercy-kills, either.
Another part of me wants to see Side A kill Side B in a horrific manner.
They agreed to a compromise and wish for Side A to not play too roughly on Side B, is the end result.
OPS.
@lowk Zatanna stomps.
@Hermit do you have an alternate link, my internet freedom is missing.
@Commander
Lets just all agree that dragonborn uses become ethereal and runs away crying like a baby.
Can somebody tell me what in the actual feth Cross just said?”
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Cross was comparing what both sides have fought before. Also how likely Team Dresden would show mercy or be merciless on the other side.
Most likely due to lingering resentment over Hawke beating Harry.
@Slayer
Unfortunate Implications did it!(Not a Wizard, Unfortunate Implications!)
Its mainly because Side A’s gonna pick up on all the skeletons in Side B’s proverbal closet, if anyone catches the drift, hence why both sides of me are arguing as to whether or not Side A should grant Side B any mercy, all they’ll agree on is to not play too roughly with Side B or it might be boring.
@Admiral + Dr. Doctor
If Side A stomps otherwise, should we go with Total Maxed Out Dragonborn for this match, or is that too much of a risk to consider?
In the case of Unfortunate Implications, I ask this because Dresden has Wizard Sight, which Legend of Zelda-verse buffs will recognize as a built-in version of the Lens of Truth, except it reveals when their enemies have Skeletons in the Closet to hide.(In this case how frequently the enemy has killed via Magic, actually!)
Harry finishing off the demon by tapping into the power of a thunder storm.
I leaned my head back and let the rain wash the last traces of shampoo from my eyes, my hair. Then I turned, took a step toward the oncoming demon. I couldn’t leave Susan to that thing. Not even if it meant dying. I’d never be able to live with myself afterward. The demon squalled something at me in its hissing, toady voice, and raised both its hands toward me, coming up onto its hind legs. Lightning flashed overhead, blinding bright.Thunder came hard on its heels, deep enough to shake the street beneath my bare feet. Thunder. Lightning. The storm. I looked up at the boiling clouds overhead, lit by the dancing lightning moving among them, deadly beautiful and luminous. Power seethed and danced in the storm, mystic energies as old as time, enough power to shatter stones, superheat air, boil water to steam, burn anything it touched to ashes. At this point, I think it is safe to say, I was desperate enough to try anything. The demon howled and waddled forward, clumsy and quick. I raised my staff to the sky with one hand, and with the other pointed a finger at the demon. This was dangerous work, tapping the storm. There was no ritual to give it shape, no circle to protect me, not even words to shield my mind from the way the energies of magic would course through it, I sent my senses coursing upward, toward the storm, taking hold of the formless powers and drawing them into patterns of raw energy that began to surge toward me, toward the tip of my staff. “Harry?” Susan said. “What are you doing?” She huddled on the ground in her evening dress, shuddering. Her voice was weak, thready. “You ever form a line of people holding hands when you were a kid, and scuff your feet across the carpeting together, and then have the last person in the line touch someone on the ear to zap them?” “Yeah,” she said, confused. “I’m doing that. Only bigger. “The demon squalled again and drove itself into the air with its powerful toad-legs, hurtling toward me, sailing through the air with a frightening and unnatural grace. I focused what little I had left of my will on the staff, and the clouds and raging power above. “Ventas!” I shouted, “Ventas fulmino!” At my will, a spark leapt up from the tip of my staff toward the clouds above. It touched the rolling, restless belly of the storm. Hell roared down in response. Lightning, white-hot fury, with a torrent of wind and rain, all fell upon me, centered around the staff. I felt the power hit the end of the soaking wet wood with a jolt like a sledgehammer. It coursed down the staff and into my hand, making my muscles convulse, bowing my naked body with the strain. It took everything I had to hold the image of what I wanted in my mind, to keep my hand pointed at the demon as it came for me, to keep the energy surging through me to wreak its havoc on flesh less tender than mine. The demon was maybe six inches away when the storm’s fury boiled down my body and out through my arm, out of my pointing finger, and took it in the heart. The force of it threw the thing back, back and up, into the air, and held it there, wreathed in a corona of blinding energy. The demon struggled, screamed, toad-hands flailing, toad-legs kicking. And then it exploded in a wash of blue flame. The night was lit once more, bright as day. I had to shield my eyes against it.
Storm Front, Chapter 14
That is Dresden circa book one having had no magic defenses on him, just got out of the shower basically and its raining, channeling the power of an entire storm through himself into a bolt of lightning to hit a toad demon. I don’t know how much power an average storm would posses or if its qauntifiable, but summoning a storm would be a very poor idea.
Every time I see a Vs with the Dovahkiin, only one thing goes through my mind….
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“CHIM CHIMy, CHIM CHIMy, CHIMCHIM CHroo, a Dovahkiin’s as lucky as lucky can be.”….
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I know most Vs don’t allow it, but I can’t help it.
Just like to note that I don’t think DB can rapidly spit out shouts. At least not if he wants the effect of one to happen.
Also even Dragons take some time in between them.
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That said, pretty sure either DB or Hawke could take on Ed. Not in destructiveness but in hax abilities.
@Slayer Lowk
That’s what I was wondering, I think the set cool down time between shouts is gameplay, but I would also think that they would need to gather energy or something before another shout, sorta like Eragon Series, if you use too much magic in a short amount of time it can drain you.
@Slayer
Can they do that if Ed Elric were permitted with the Philosopher’s stone?(Let’s agree to withold on bypassing the #50 Post count, at least until Dr. Doctor returns here and answers whether or not Ed’s getting one, let alone the circumstances involved if he does obtain one, capice?)
@Ford Perfect
Heh, funny thing on that idea, Dresden had to fight it out with Eragon himself in particular and while its not out of the question that the Dragonborn would wipe Eragon across the floor and Ed Elric has a chance if armed with a Philosopher’s stone, how can we say for sure whether or not Either version of Hawke(Between Fighter*whom I can tolerate just fine*-verse version and Mage!-verse version*PooperScooperi8 and Dr. Doctor are teaching me step-by-step, give positive kudos where its due*) will be able to beat Eragon or at least die at the exact same time Eragon does?(But that’s to be saved if Hawke vs Eragon or Dragon Age vs Alagaesia happens, not before that time!I’d be interested in the match itself!)
Speaking of whom, will Skyrim-era TES E.U and D.A E.U be consented for Side B to use?(Using Fighter-verse D.A E.U is apparently out of the question for Mage!-verse Hawke, but anyone has the Mage!-verse E.U on hand?If so, what can they report on Mage!-verse Hawke’s fighting capabilities according to said E.U?I’d be interested to know their findings, and have it withheld unless either they show up or Dr. Doctor arrives, agreed?)
Cross, seriously. Just cut out or condense eighty-seven percent of the stuff you’re saying in these posts and you’d be gold here.
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Concise always beats length.
@Gluttonous
Trust me, many have tried to get him to stop the ramblings. None have been successful.
Harry battling multiple vampires in a baseball stadium.
Sudden screeches filled the air, and I looked up to see as many as a dozen of the Red Court, revealed in their true forms, coming into the stadium. Some climbed over the walls, some jumped in from the upper levels, and some came bursting out of private boxes in showers of exploding glass. I spun toward Ortega, lifting my blasting rod, rammed my will through it, and shouted, “Fuego!” A jet of flame as thick as my arm roared at him, but one of the incoming vampires hit him at the shoulder, dragging him out of the line of fire. The newcomer was set alight though, greasy skin going up like a bonfire, and it screamed hideously as it burned. I sensed movement behind me, and turned to find Kincaid dashing across the ground. He scooped up the Archive and raced for one of the dugouts. One of the Red Court vamps got in his way. Kincaid’s arm blurred, a semiautomatic appearing in it, and without missing a step he put two shots neatly between the vampire’s eyes. The vampire started to fall, and as he went by it, Kincaid pumped another half dozen shots into its belly, which erupted in a messy shower of scarlet, and left the vampire screaming and thrashing weakly on the ground. “Harry, look out!” Thomas screamed. I didn’t look out. I figured on the worst and leapt forward. I heard a vampire hiss as it missed me, and it came rushing up behind me. I turned and unleashed another gout of fire from my blasting rod, but missed. The vampire closed on me, spraying venomous saliva into my face. I’d been hit with vampire venom before, and the stuff worked fast, particularly in large amounts. But I’d taken the potion to block it, and all this did was make me itch. I used the time while the vampire sprayed me to prepare another blast, and unleashed the strike with the rod pressed against the vamp’s flabby body. It scorched a wound in the vampire’s belly the size of my fist and blew a two-foot hole in the creature’s back. The vampire went into weak spasms, and I kicked it off me, rising. Seven or eight vampires were within fifty feet of me, and coming fast. Thomas sprinted toward me, a knife gleaming in his hand, and hit one of the vamps from behind. He cut open the vampire’s belly with a single slice, and the creature collapsed to the ground. “Harry, get out!” “No!” I shouted. “Get Susan out of here!” Thomas gritted his teeth, but changed course. He leapt up onto the first-base dugout and hopped neatly over the rail into the stands. No help there, and there wasn’t time to look for options. I crouched and concentrated, chanting, “Defendre, defendre,” in a steady litany. It was difficult to do without my shield bracelet to focus it, but I brought up all the defensive energy I could manage in a dome around me. The vampires hit it, slamming against it in mindless, shrieking rage. Any one of them could have flipped my car over lengthwise with only a little effort. Their blows against the shield could have crushed concrete within seconds, and I knew I was not going to be able to hold the defense in place for long. Once it went down, they were going to literally tear me limb from limb. I gave the shield my all, and felt them slowly breaking it down. Then there was a roar, and a flash of brilliant light. A jet of fire streaked over me and took one of the vampires full-on in the head. It burst into flame, screaming and waving its too-thin arms, and went down onto the field, thrashing like a half-crushed bug. My shield collapsed, overloaded, and the bracelet began burning my wrist.
Death Masks, Chapter 30
the bolded part is interesting since exit wound bigger than entrance is what you’d get with bullets, I don’t know if that fact means you could quantify that attacks power and such but it’s there, fist sized entrance wound two foot exit wound. the other bolded part shows vampire strength.
anyone whose good at math feel free to take a crack at it if it’s possible to quantify that.
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Harry kills a giant flying demon gorilla while hanging out of a moving car.
I stuffed the box of whimpering puppies into the backseat, grabbed my blasting rod, and climbed out the open window so that I was sitting on the door, chest to the car’s roof. I twisted to bring the blasting rod in my right hand to bear on the demon. I drew in my will, my magic, and the end of the blasting rod began to glow with a cherry-red light. I was about to loose a strike against the demon when it swooped down with another fireball in its hand and flung it at the car. “Look out!” I screamed. Thomas must have seen it coming in the mirror. The Beetle swerved wildly, and the fireball hit the asphalt, bursting into a roar of flame and concussion that broke windows on both sides of the street. Thomas dodged a car parked on the curb by roaring up onto the sidewalk, bounced gracelessly, and nearly went out of control. The bounce threw me from my perch on the closed door. I was wondering what the odds were against finding a soft place to land when I felt Thomas grab my ankle. He held on to me and drew me back into the car with a strength that would have been shocking to anyone who didn’t know that he wasn’t human. He braced me with his hold on my leg, and as the huge demon dove down again, I pointed my blasting rod at it and snarled, “Fuego!” A lance of white-hot fire streaked from the tip of my blasting rod into the late-night air, illuminating the street like a flash of lightning. Bouncing along on the car like that, I expected to miss. But I beat the odds and the burst of flame took Kongtron right in the belly. It screamed and faltered, plummeting to earth. Thomas swerved back out onto the street. The demon started to get up. “Stop the car!” I screamed. Thomas mashed down the brakes and I nearly got reduced to sidewalk pizza again. I hung on as hard as I could, but by the time I had my balance, the demon had hauled itself to its feet. I growled in frustration, readied another blast, and aimed carefully. “What are you doing?” Thomas shouted. “You lamed him; let’s run!” “No,” I snapped back. “If we leave it here, it’s going to take things out on whoever it can find.” “But it won’t be us!” I tuned Thomas out and readied another strike, pouring my will into the blasting rod until wisps of smoke began emerging from the length of its surface. Then I let Kong have it right between its black beady eyes. The fire hit it like a wrecking ball, right on the chin. The demon’s head exploded into a cloud of luminous purple vapor and sparkles of scarlet light, which I have to admit looked really neat.
Blood Rites, Chapter 1
impressive aiming feat.
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Harry blasts a bear-like demon with fire magic.
I whirled to face the bear-creature, and swept my blasting rod to point right at it. I ran some force of will down into the energy channels in the rod and with a snarled, “Fuego!” sent a lance of raw fire whipping through the air. The blast slammed into the bear-creature’s chest, and it hunched its shoulders, turning its head to one side. Its forward charge faltered, and it slid to a stop, crashing against a weathered old metal trash can. “What do you know,” I muttered. “It worked.” I stepped forward and unleashed another blast at the creature, hoping to either melt it to bits or drive it away.
Death Masks, Chapter 6
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Harry blasts Nicodemus, a fallen angel, and his two demon companions with fire magic.
Nicodemus lowered the gun, turning to catch the remote in his left hand. I waited until his eyes flicked from Valmont to the remote. And then I pulled up every bit of power I could muster in that instant, hurled my right hand forward, and snarled, “Fuego!” Fire rose up from the floor in a wave as wide as the doorway and rolled forward in a surge of superheated air. It expanded as it lashed out, and slammed into Nicodemus’s bloodied chest. The force of it threw him back across the hallway and into the wall on the opposite side. He didn’t quite go through the wall, but only because there must have been a stud lined up with his spine. The drywall crumpled in from his shoulders to his hips, and his head snapped back in a whiplash of impact. It almost seemed that his shadow was thrown back with him, slapping wetly against the wall around him like blobs of tar. The snakeman moved with blinding speed, slithering to one side of the blast. The demon-girl shrieked, and her bladed tresses gathered together in an effort to shield her as the fire and concussion threw her back and away from the door. The heat was unbearable, an oven-hot flash that sucked the air from my lungs. Backwash from the explosion drove me back across the floor, rolling until I hit the wall myself.
Death Masks, Chapter 20
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Harry uses wind magic on a snake demon and then performs a counter-spell.
Rage flooded over me, and I barely stopped myself from throwing out another blast of raw spellfire at the snakeman. With that much rage behind it, I’d probably have killed everyone in the room. Instead, I reached out to the air in the hallway beyond the Denarian and pulled it all toward him, the words, “Ventas servitas!” thundering off my lips. A column of wind hit the snakeman from behind, lifted him from the floor, and flung him across the room. He slammed into the wall of washing machines, driving a foot-and-a-half-deep dent in one of them, and let out a wailing, hissing whistle of what I hoped was surprise and pain. Susan flung herself onto the ground, rolling, tearing at snakes, flinging them away. I could see flashes of her honey-brown skin and saw the black dress tearing. Droplets of red blood appeared on the floor near her, on her skin, and on the discarded snakes, but they were hanging on. She was tearing herself apart in her panic to remove the snakes. I closed my eyes for a second that felt a year long, and gathered together enough will to attempt to disrupt the Denarian’s spell. I formed the counterspell in my head, and hoped to God that I didn’t misjudge how much power I’d need to undo it. Too little and the spell might actually get stronger, like steel forged in a flame. Too much, and the counterspell could unleash the power of both spells in a random, destructive flash of energies. I focused my will on the cloak of serpents over Susan and lashed out at them with my power, letting loose the counterspell with a snarled, “Entropus!” The counterspell worked. The serpents writhed and thrashed around for a second, and then imploded, vanishing, leaving behind nothing but a coating of clear, glistening slime in their place.
Death Masks, Chapter 20
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Harry sensing a series of spells one after another before they actually happen.
We went only a couple of steps before I felt the spell coming. It started as a low shiver on the back of my neck, and my eyes twitched almost of their own accord up to the roof of the apartment house we were walking by. I saw a couple of bricks from one of the chimneys fall free of their mortar. I grabbed Susan’s collar and sidestepped, pulling her with me. The bricks shattered into shards and red powder on the sidewalk a step from Susan’s feet. Susan tensed and looked up. “What was that?” “An entropy curse,” I muttered. “A what?” I looked around, struggling to sense where the next surge of magic might come from. “Sort of a bad-luck spell. A really, really bad-luck spell. Preferred magic for getting rid of someone who annoys you.” “Who is doing it?” “My guess? Snakeboy. He seems to have some talent, and he could have gotten some of my blood to target me with.” I felt another gathering surge of energy to my right, and my eyes went to the power lines running overhead. “Oh, hell. Run.” Susan and I broke into a sprint. As we did, I heard one of the power lines snap, cables squealing. The longer end of loose cable flew toward us, trailing a cloud of blue and white sparks. It hit the ground somewhere behind us. My clothes hadn’t yet dried out from Nicodemus’s guest accommodations. If it had been raining, the downed power line might have killed me. As it was, I felt a vibrating, clenching tingle wash over my legs. I almost fell, but managed to get a few more paces away from the sputtering line and regained control of my legs. I felt another magical strike building, bringing a gust of wind with it, but before I could zero in on it Susan shouldered me to one side. I fell to the ground just as I heard a loud cracking sound. A branch as thick as my thigh slammed to the ground. I looked up to see a strip of bare white bark showing along the trunk of the old tree behind my boarding house. Susan helped drag me to my feet and we ran the rest of the way to my apartment door. Even as we did, I felt another strike building, stronger than the last. I fumbled open the lock while thunder rumbled through the predawn grey, and we got inside. I could still feel the curse growing and reaching for me. It was a strong one, and I wasn’t sure that either my apartment’s threshold or my standard wards would be able to keep it out.
Death Masks, Chapter 24
Harry fights off a pair of assassins.
Naturally, the hit went down right then. It wasn’t subtle, as attempted assassinations go. An engine roared and a black compact pickup truck jumped the curb into the park fifty yards away. It jounced and slewed to one side, tires digging up furrows in the sunbaked grass. A pair of men clung to a roll bar in the back of the truck. They were dressed all in black, complete with black sunglasses over black ski masks, and their guns matched–automatic weapons in the mini- Uzi tradition. “Get back!” I shouted. With my right hand, I grabbed at Billy and shoved him behind me. With my left, I shook out the bracelet on my wrist, hung with a row of tiny, medieval-style shields. I lifted my left hand toward the truck and drew in my will, focusing it with the bracelet into a sudden, transparent, shimmering half-globe that spread out between me and the oncoming truck. The truck ground to a halt. The two gunmen didn’t wait for it to settle. With all the fire discipline of an action-movie extra, they pointed their guns more or less at me and emptied their clips in one roaring burst. Sparks flew from the shield in front of me, and bullets whined and hissed in every direction as they ricocheted. My bracelet grew uncomfortably warm within a second or two, the energy of the shield taxing the focus to its limit. I tried to angle the shield to deflect the shots up into the air as much as possible. God only knew where all those bullets were going–I just hoped that they wouldn’t bounce through a nearby car or some other passerby. The guns clicked empty. With jerky, unprofessional motions, both gunmen began to reload. “Harry!” Billy shouted. “Not now!” “But–” I lowered the shield and lifted my right hand–the side that projects energy. The silver ring I wore on my index finger had been enchanted to save back a little kinetic energy whenever my arm moved. I hadn’t used the ring in months, and it had a whale of a kick to it–one I hardly dared to use on the gunmen. That much force could kill one of them, and that would be basically the same as letting them fill me full of bullets. It would just take a little longer to set in. The White Council did not take kindly to anyone violating the First Law of Magic: Thou Shalt Not Kill. I’d slipped it once on a technicality, but it wouldn’t happen again. I gritted my teeth, focused my shot just to one side of the gunmen, and triggered the ring. Raw force, unseen but tangible, lashed through the air and caught the first gunman with a glancing blow across his upper body. His automatic slammed against his chest, and the impact tore the sunglasses off his head and shredded bits of his clothes even as it flung him back and out of the pickup, to land somewhere on the ground on the other side. The second gunman got less of the blast. What did hit him struck against his shoulder and head.
Summer Knight, Chapter 1
I do want to reiterate that for this match Dresden is allowed to kill with magic.
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Harry explains how wizards can use just the name of people and other creatures to have power over them.
Every intelligent being has a Name, a specific series of spoken sounds linked to its very being. If a practitioner knows the Name of something, knows it in every nuance and detail of pronunciation, then he can use that Name to open a magical conduit to that being. That’s how demons get summoned to the mortal world. Call something’s Name and you make contact with it –and if you’re a wizard, that means that you can then exercise power over it, no matter where in the world it is.
Summer Knight, Chapter 13
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Harry uses his pentacle to repel mind control fog.
It glided over my skin like a cold and greasy oil, something foul and cloying and vaguely familiar that made me want to start brushing it off. It writhed up over my arms, prickles of distraction and disorientation crawling over my limbs. I focused on the pentacle on my left hand, the solid, cool weight of it, the years of discipline and practice that it represented. I pushed the clinging mist away from my sensations, deliberately excluded it from my perception by sheer determination. A ripple of azure static flickered along the chain of my amulet, flashed around the pentacle, then faded, taking with it the distraction of the mind fog.
Summer Knight, Chapter 19
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Harry battles a giant plant monster in a Wal-Mart.
I started climbing out. I was looking at a faceful of barbed wire and pushing at the fence with my toes when I felt something wrap around my ankles. I looked down and saw a branch wrapped around my legs. I kicked at it irritably. And then as I watched, another branch lifted from the pile and joined the first. Then a third. And a fourth. The branches beneath my feet heaved and I suddenly found myself hauled up into the air, swinging upside down from my heels. It was an awkward vantage point, but I watched as the trees and plants and soil I’d thrown into a pile surged and writhed together. The young trees tangled their limbs together, growing before my eyes as they did, lengthening and growing thicker to become part of a larger whole. Other bits of greenery, clumps of dirt, and writhing vines and leaves joined the trees, whipping through the air apparently of their own volition and adding to the mass of the thing that held me. It took shape and stood up, an enormous creature of vaguely human shape made all of earth and root and bough, twin points of brilliant emerald- green light burning in its vine-writhing, leaf-strewn head. It had to have been nine or ten feet tall, and nearly that far across. Its legs were thicker than me, and branches spread out above its head like vast horns against the background of luminous mind fog. The creature lifted its head and screamed, a sound of tortured wood and creaking limb and howling wind. “Stars and stones, Harry,” I muttered, my heart pounding, “when will you learn to keep your mouth shut?” “Murphy!” I screamed. “Get clear!” The plant monster–No, wait. I couldn’t possibly refer to that thing as a “plant monster.” I’d be a laughingstock. It’s hard to give a monster a cool name on the spur of the moment, but I used a name I’d heard Bob throw out before. The chlorofiend lifted me up and shook me like a set of maracas. I focused on my shield bracelet, running my will, bolstered by sudden fear, through the focus. My skin tingled as the shield formed around me, and I shaped it into a full sphere. I was barely in time. The chlorofiend threw me at a post in the chain-link fence. Without the shield, it would have broken my back. I slammed into it, feeling the energy of the shield tighten around me, spreading the impact over the whole of my body instead of solely at the point of impact. The shield transferred a portion of the kinetic energy of impact into heat and light, while the rest came through as an abrupt pressure. The result was like a sudden suit of oven-warmed elastic closing on me, and it felt about three sizes too small. It knocked the wind out of my lungs. Azure and argent light flashed in a vague sphere around me. I didn’t bounce much, just fell to the concrete. The shield gave out a more feeble flash when I hit. I got up off the ground and dodged away from the chlorofiend, but it followed me, slapping aside a stand of wooden tomato stakes with one leafy arm. Its glowing green eyes blazed as it came. I ran up against the fence at the back end of the lot, and the chlorofiend’s huge fist smashed down at me again. I lifted my shield bracelet against it, but the blow tossed me a dozen feet, down the length of fence and into a set of huge steel partitioned shelves holding hundreds of fifty-pound bags of mulch, potting soil, and fertilizer. I lay there dazed for a second, staring at an empty aisle display proclaiming in huge scarlet letters WEED-B- GONE ONLY 2.99!!! I clutched at the display and got to my feet again in time to duck under the chlorofiend’s fist as it punched at my head. It hit one of the metal shelves instead of me, and there was a shriek of warping metal, a creaking yowl of pain from the fiend, and a burst of sizzling smoke. The creature drew its smoking fist back and screeched again, eyes blazing even brighter, angrier. “Steel,” I muttered. “So you’re a faerie somethingorother too.” I looked up at the enormous shelves as I ran down the length of them, and a second later I heard the chlorofiend turn and begin pacing after me. I started gathering in my will as I ran, and I allowed the physical shield to fall, leaving me only enough defense to keep the mist from blitzing my head. I would need every bit of strength I could muster to pull off my sudden and desperate plan–and if it didn’t work, my shield wouldn’t protect me for long in any case. Sooner or later, the chlorofiend would batter its way through my defenses and pound me into plant food. I pulled ahead of it, but it started gaining momentum, catching up to me. As I reached the end of the row, the end of the steel shelves, I turned to face it. Hell’s bells, that thing was big. Bigger than Grum. I could see through it in places, where twists of branches and leaves were not too closely clumped with earth, but that didn’t make it seem any less massive or dangerous. If this didn’t work, I wasn’t going to last long enough to regret it. Most magic is pretty time- consuming, what with drawing circles and gathering energies and aligning forces. Quick and dirty magic, evocation, is drawn directly from a wizard’s will and turned loose without benefit of guide or limit. It’s difficult and it’s dangerous. I suck at evocation. I only knew a couple that I could do reliably, and even they required a focus, such as my shield bracelet or blasting rod, to be properly controlled. But for doing big dumb things that require a lot of energy and not much finesse, I’m usually fine. I lifted my arms, and the mist was stirred by a sudden rush of moving air. The chlorofiend pounded closer, and I closed my eyes, pouring more energy out, reaching for the wind. “Vento,” I muttered, feeling more power stir. The chlorofiend bellowed again, sending a jolt of fear through me, and the winds rose even more. “Vento! Vento, ventas servitas!” Power, magic, coursed through my outstretched arms and lashed out at the night. The wind rose in a sudden roar, a screaming cyclone that whirled into being just in front of me and then whirled out toward the heavy metal shelving. The chlorofiend screamed again, nearly drowned out by the windstorm I’d called, only a few yards away. The enormous, heavy shelves, loaded with tons of materials, let out a groan of protest and then fell, toppled over onto the chlorofiend with a deafening din that ripped at my ears and shook the concrete floor. The chlorofiend was strong, but it wasn’t that strong. It went down like a bush under a bulldozer, shrieking again as the steel shelves crushed it and burned into its substance. A foul greyish smoke rose from the wreckage, and the chlorofiend continued to scream and thrash, the shelves jerking and moving. Exhaustion swept over me with the effort of the spell, and I glowered down at the fallen shelves. “Down,” I panted, “but not out. Dammit.” I watched the shelves for a moment and decided that the chlorofiend probably wouldn’t shrug it off for a few minutes. I shook my head and headed for the gate into the enclosure.
Summer Knight, Chapter 19-20
Okay, guardian angel, you post useful facts, but I have never been more sincere when I say: TL;DR. If you can find a way to condense the information a little. It would be greatly appreciated.
Guardian didn’t we have a talk about making walls of text like that? How many people do you think will truly take the time to read all that?
@Sorrow
yeah, when I typed them up into word to move them here they looked shorter but it didn’t shift well into the posts and all.
It’s like reading a post by Commander Cross, in that I did not.
Of course since it’s a post by GuardianAngel1911 I can assume it’s long ass quotes of which only a few sentences are actually necessary that pertain to Harry Dresden.
actually most of them are feats and the details of said feats. If it’s better though I’ll repost one by one.
I beg of you GA1911, look up ellipses I am sure I don’t need to know the price of WEED-B-GONE to understand the feat. Furthermore, before just posting a quote, post what the feats within it are presented. Fighting a plant monster or assassins are not feats, they’re fights, within them there may be some feats, but of themselves, they are not feats.
Has anyone else the notion that Commander Cross is actually a genius who posts nonsense and laughs at us behind our backs?
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Alright, 2 questions.
How far apart do the combatants start?
Does the Dragonborn have a castle-leveling shout he can use off the bat as I’ve heard?
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Even with all the Harry Dresden matches, I haven’t learned much about him. With all respect to you, GuardianAngel, I have not bothered to read the quotes you’ve provided due to their lack of structure. I suggest posting in a way that outlines a certain feat and then provides the proof for it. The time is rare when a complete scene needs to be fleshed out, and a sectioned post that allows people to read relevant parts and skip anything they don’t want to read goes a long way.
Has anyone else the notion that Commander Cross is actually a genius who posts nonsense and laughs at us behind our backs?
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No, I typically invoke Occam’s Razor.
Fighting a plant monster or assassins are not feats, they’re fights, within them there may be some feats, but of themselves, they are not feats.
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Well said.
@Sorrow
You think this trope applies to Cross?
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“The Toxic Genius: A fan who seems to believe that the fact that people are disagreeing with his strongly held opinions is not because they have different but equally strongly-held opinions, but because he’s just so much smarter than they are that they can’t see that he’s correct. The operative term is usually “you just don’t get it” (i.e. “you’re much stupider than I am and thus can’t see why this show is amazing / dreadful”), couched in as patronising and condescending a fashion as possible. This variant can also be found engaging in slightly pretentious (and often wildly off-mark) analysis of the show.”
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Boy do I love TV tropes
okay I’ll repost some of them at a time condensing down to the main feats.
The blast of fire I asked about the ability to calculate the power of, if anyone is able to anyway
“used the time while the vampire sprayed me to prepare another blast, and unleashed the strike with the rod pressed against the vamp’s flabby body. It scorched a wound in the vampire’s belly the size of my fist and blew a two-foot hole in the creature’s back”
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using a shield spell (a different shield from his shield bracelet) also describes the strength of the vampires Dresden fights.
” “Defendre, defendre,” in a steady litany. It was difficult to do without my shield bracelet to focus it, but I brought up all the defensive energy I could manage in a dome around me. The vampires hit it, slamming against it in mindless, shrieking rage. Any one of them could have flipped my car over lengthwise with only a little effort. Their blows against the shield could have crushed concrete within seconds, and I knew I was not going to be able to hold the defense in place for long”
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fire blast at a flying purple gorilla demon while hanging out of a moving car by his ankle.
“The bounce threw me from my perch on the closed door. I was wondering what the odds were against finding a soft place to land when I felt Thomas grab my ankle. He held on to me and drew me back into the car with a strength that would have been shocking to anyone who didn’t know that he wasn’t human. He braced me with his hold on my leg, and as the huge demon dove down again, I pointed my blasting rod at it and snarled, “Fuego!” A lance of white-hot fire streaked from the tip of my blasting rod into the late-night air, illuminating the street like a flash of lightning. Bouncing along on the car like that, I expected to miss. But I beat the odds and the burst of flame took Kongtron right in the belly. It screamed and faltered, plummeting to earth.”
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blasting a bear like fallen angel with fire
” I whirled to face the bear-creature, and swept my blasting rod to point right at it. I ran some force of will down into the energy channels in the rod and with a snarled, “Fuego!” sent a lance of raw fire whipping through the air. The blast slammed into the bear-creature’s chest, and it hunched its shoulders, turning its head to one side. Its forward charge faltered, and it slid to a stop, crashing against a weathered old metal trash can. “What do you know,” I muttered. “It worked.” I stepped forward and unleashed another blast at the creature, hoping to either melt it to bits or drive it away. “
You think this trope applies to Cross?
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No, because he would need to have a relevant opinion to be one of those.
Does this serve to describe roughly 90% of whoever owns post #55?
Toxic Friend Influence: “A lot of times in media and in Real Life there’s a friend (or a group of friends), a very good friend whom you may have known since you were kids. But there’s one small flaw within the friendship. The friend in question always gets you into serious trouble. It’s usually stuff like trying to get you to break curfew, violate your parole, drink underage and do drugs. The toxic friend will guilt-trip you for not going along with what they want and accusing you of “changing.” They’ll say things like “Man, you have changed. You used to be cool!”, or “Come on it’ll be fun!” And of course, all of the above will almost certainly lead to serious consequences. This is almost the 2000′s variant of The Aggressive Drug Dealer.
More often than not these characters are usually plot devices for the protagonist to get into a horrible situation for the purposes of an Aesop. Under normal circumstances, the protagonist in question is usually a rational thinker when not around these types of friends. But when they hang around them they become ridiculously impressionable and naive and easily misled. The friend could be generally well-intentioned and benevolent, but still not a good friend in the greater scheme of things. Also expect these friends to be from the Wrong Side of the Tracks, and almost always a troubled promiscuous female, while the protagonist usually has a squeaky-clean square background (though not always). If they’re malicious, they may try to cut off their new friend from old ones because “They Were Holding You Back.”
The toxic friend could also possibly be a passive-aggressive Et Tu, Brute? and saboteur, like a crabs-in-a-barrel kind of thing. Can be a comedic trope but more often than not it has darker implications. It’s also possible for the Toxic Friend to be a significant other as well. Oh, and expect the Toxic Friend to have a very low mortality rate. In a darker sense, serial killers can be Toxic as well by turning their friends, family, and lovers into accomplices.
Sensei for Scoundrels is this trope applied to the student/mentor relationship. See also Peer Pressure Makes You Evil. May also overlap with Femme Fatale.
See also Poisonous Friend, who is “toxic” in a completely different way than a Toxic Friend, and The Corrupter, who has a different kind of bad influence. ”
Or is Toxic Missionary More like it?
“The Toxic Missionary This one has an idea of True Art as a method of education, and not necessarily an entertaining one. The Toxic Missionary may criticize the frothier parts of the show for detracting from the all-important message. Their version of Complaining about People Not Liking the Show is that their show ought to make people feel uncomfortable, at least on first impression; it’s a pill they ought to be taking along with the mindless entertainment they seem to prefer. Admittedly, many an Author Tract is trying to produce missionaries to spread its message, but Toxic Missionaries can be seen even in fanbases of shows with no apparent Writer on Board. Like the Toxic Visionary, these latter cases are all-too-often guilty of seeing things which aren’t there, and are often guilty of over-subscribing to the idea that they should stick it to the man. As such, they hate the Rule-Abiding Rebel with a passion and live in constant terror of their favourite show being perceived as one, fairly or otherwise.Abridged version
Same as above, but as a Stop Having Fun Guy.”
I thought it was agreed to just refrain from this kind of thing.
I feel old.
If you’re gonna accuse me of anything, feel free of accusing me of having bouts of this thing to an extent:
“The Perfectionist: Like the Purist, the Perfectionist believes there is only one way to do things. However, whereas the Purist is hung up on a particular period, the Perfectionist is consumed with a particular way of enjoying the product; there is only one correct way to play this game, or listen to this music, or watch this film, and that’s his way. Many times, the Perfectionist will claim an update makes a product inferior because it deviates from their accepted metagame, bonus points for products when the Metagame tended to be based around exploitation of glitches, shortcomings in the game engine, or exploiting loopholes in the rules. Very commonly they scorn newcomers and try to chase them out. Abridged version
A “Stop Having Fun” fan in the fandom.”
I admit I have bouts of perfectionalism in my inner system, I won’t hesitate to confess this, in fact I’m working to resolve this fallancy on my part before it resolves me, may no one attempt to get in my way while I do this, okay?
@GuardianAngel1911- Also, not that we’d think you’re lying or anything, but the page numbers are expected to be posted where appropriate.
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The Dragonborn could conceivably Disarm Harry, and Unrelenting Force might be a game breaker. But that still depends on whether or not he can get in range. If they start too far apart, Whirlwind Sprint may prove useful.
@Soulerous
You also played Skyrim as well, or at least managed to study it, yes?
I hate that I can’t even succeed in owing up to my own standards of myself 24/7, hence why the fact I have perfectionalist bouts troubles me greatly.
No wonder why I still hate myself to an extent! T_T
may no one attempt to get in my way while I do this, okay?
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You’ve had two years to get it right on this site. Do tell us when you make any progress.
Dresden using a wind spell to launch a snakeman fallen angel and then focusing on how to counter a spell already in effect that said fallen angel had put in place. I’m putting the whole quote however as it shows what the spell in question is (swarm of hungry snakes made from magic/energy) and I don’t know if counterspell making ability for one spell automatically means he can make a counter spell for any situation but it shows the process so yeah. and sorry, forgot to repost the book and chapters on those I’ll try to post it from now on (most of these I’m getting from E-books and on my computer it doesn’t always give a page number).
” Rage flooded over me, and I barely stopped myself from throwing out another blast of raw spellfire at the snakeman. With that much rage behind it, I’d probably have killed everyone in the room. Instead, I reached out to the air in the hallway beyond the Denarian and pulled it all toward him, the words, “Ventas servitas!” thundering off my lips. A column of wind hit the snakeman from behind, lifted him from the floor, and flung him across the room. He slammed into the wall of washing machines, driving a foot-and-a-half-deep dent in one of them, and let out a wailing, hissing whistle of what I hoped was surprise and pain. Susan flung herself onto the ground, rolling, tearing at snakes, flinging them away. I could see flashes of her honey-brown skin and saw the black dress tearing. Droplets of red blood appeared on the floor near her, on her skin, and on the discarded snakes, but they were hanging on. She was tearing herself apart in her panic to remove the snakes. I closed my eyes for a second that felt a year long, and gathered together enough will to attempt to disrupt the Denarian’s spell. I formed the counterspell in my head, and hoped to God that I didn’t misjudge how much power I’d need to undo it. Too little and the spell might actually get stronger, like steel forged in a flame. Too much, and the counterspell could unleash the power of both spells in a random, destructive flash of energies. I focused my will on the cloak of serpents over Susan and lashed out at them with my power, letting loose the counterspell with a snarled, “Entropus!” The counterspell worked. The serpents writhed and thrashed around for a second, and then imploded, vanishing, leaving behind nothing but a coating of clear, glistening slime in their place. ”
Death Masks, Chapter 20
Hawke’s haste plus DB shout Whirlwind sprint could be useful.
“You also played Skyrim as well, or at least managed to study it, yes?”
-Studied, yes. The Elder Scrolls series is quite respected in the gaming world.
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“I hate that I can’t even succeed in owing up to my own standards of myself 24/7, hence why the fact I have perfectionalist bouts troubles me greatly.”
-If you make small goals and work up, you can get good at anything. Make any little goal and follow it, even if it seems stupid.
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“No wonder why I still hate myself to an extent!” -Hate your faults, not yourself. Everyone has the capacity to banish their weaknesses.
Ed can transmute guns from the ground, and the rounds are as big as Father’s face.
www.mangahere.com/manga/full_metal_alchemist/v026/c106/9.html
www.mangahere.com/manga/full_metal_alchemist/v026/c106/10.html
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By the way, that video I showed earlier, it turns out Ed’s alchemy was not on full power when he did those feats.
The reason being Father put a damper of sorts on top of the power source of Amestris alchemy (Marcoh explained it to be the tectonic plates).
Now, when Scar removed those plates, all alchemists from Amestris can finally show what they can really do.
Why hasnt father had a match on here?
@Soulerous
I figured as much, I recalled my brother and I beating the main storyline of Morrowind alone and we even managed to get through Bloodmoon, Tribunal was the one Morrowind!-rooted storyline we didn’t quite manage to complete.
How do I get started with the tiniest goals so I can take the needed baby steps to make sure they can work, correctly and without any real wrongs in them?
But can they actually pull it off in a heartbeat or less to save their lives?
If yes, how many?
I fear I’m gonna mess up at any moment and when I mess up, it’ll be the size of a black hole when I do that.
How do I deconstruct myself by dealing away with my impulses for living by my Perfectionalist nature, since I found out about it? T_T
@Amm0
He did, I believe a match-up between Lucy(Elfin Lied) and Father might have been around somewhere if you look hard enough.
Seems that he did fight lucy…..hm.
This will be off-topic.
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Commander, I’m perfectly okay with you posting insignificant comments as long as their size is negligible.
But seriously, I’m sick of seeing my screen fill up with nonsense that has nothing to do with the match.
If you’ve got nothing better to say, then don’t say anything at all, you’re merely wasting up space that could otherwise be used for arguments relevant to the match.
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I should apologize for being rather mean-spirited, but now I’m speaking as a friend and comrade, try and make your comments relevant to the match.
If you have something on your mind, go to the Forums.
Hawke uses blood magic and makes Ed do alchemy on Dresden?
@ Lowk
There are a lot of variables on that strategy.
First, is the mind also affected or simply the body?
Next, does Hawke have any knowledge of chemistry and the elements?
Third, Ed’s automail (though I think this would not be much of a problem)
And fourth, does Hawke know how to tap into the power of the tectonic plates?
“First, is the mind also affected or simply the body?”
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I think it’s both. One it is known that they that they control blood, Two a blood mage was also shown controlling people’s mind. So he should be able to tell him to do what he does.
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Here’s Blood Slave
“The mage enslaves a target, forcing it to fight alongside the party for a short time, after which the victim dies unless it is particularly powerful. Creature without blood are immune.”
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Here’s showing he can cause people to explode using the blood
“When a Blood Slave dies, it explodes in a shower of gore that damages all nearby enemies.”
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Here’s hemorrhage
“This spell corrupts the blood of all foes in the targeted area, inflicting damage over a short duration without regard for enemy armor or damage resistance. Creatures without blood are immune.”
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Can paralyze
“Hemorrhage now inflicts more damage and immobilizes some enemies.”
“Susan flung herself onto the ground, rolling, tearing at snakes, flinging them away. I could see flashes of her honey-brown skin and saw the black dress tearing. Droplets of red blood appeared on the floor near her, on her skin, and on the discarded snakes, but they were hanging on. She was tearing herself apart in her panic to remove the snakes. I closed my eyes for a second that felt a year long, and gathered together enough will to attempt to disrupt the Denarian’s spell. I formed the counterspell in my head, and hoped to God that I didn’t misjudge how much power I’d need to undo it. Too little and the spell might actually get stronger, like steel forged in a flame. Too much, and the counterspell could unleash the power of both spells in a random, destructive flash of energies. I focused my will on the cloak of serpents over Susan and lashed out at them with my power, letting loose the counterspell with a snarled, “Entropus!” The counterspell worked. The serpents writhed and thrashed around for a second, and then imploded, vanishing, leaving behind nothing but a coating of clear, glistening slime in their place. ”
Death Masks, Chapter 20″
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GA, you see this? This kinda stuff is the stuff we don’t really need. I would suggest bringing up a feat (you don’t even need proof at first!) and then when someone asks to see it or see it explained, then you can post a short, concise quote. I just don’t read your walls of text, which is a problem. You might be posting great feats. We just wouldn’t know.
That’s impressive.
I think that Ed can do little against that, with the exception that he’s extremely stubborn and will fly into a rage (no matter what the situation) whenever someone calls him ‘small’.
So unless Ed decided to fuse his soul with an armor or something, he going to get controlled.
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Now my question becomes, can Hawke use Ed’s skills even if he doesn’t know the principle behind them?
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Also, keep in mind that even if Ed is on the side of Hawke temporarily, Hawke will have to deal with constantly controlling Ed, which isn’t as easy as it sounds, as well as the fact that now it’s like using two bodies at the same time.
There’s a reason it’s hard to micromanage your units in an RTS game.
@Cross
Bruddah, this is Factpile. Perfection is hardly demanded of you here, just proper execution.
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Distill your ideas, and learn how to present ideas clearly. Exloading monstrous posts; worse, monstrous posts containing no discernible relevancy, is not appreciated.
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You wanna work on getting better? Concentrate on that, alright. Practice. Brevity.
redirecting a fire spell after getting staggered by a kick from a supernatural being
Aurora turned to me, as fast as any of the other Sidhe, leaning back on the table and planting both feet against my chest. She kicked hard and drove me back, and before I was done rolling she had called a gout of fire and sent it roaring toward me. I got to my knees and lifted my staff, calling together my will in time to parry the strike, deflecting the flame into the misty sky.
Summer Knight, Chapter 33
@Master Sarge
Yes sir! (salutes)
I may as well state my IBs already, I got an innate gut hunch that you know where the obvious direction in the IBs would go, yes?
No?
(Hint: One of the guys on that side is a father already, as far as current incarnations is concerned, I’m not saying who on that side would that be, you’re already aware!)
also as I recall Hawkes blood mage magic requires his blood right? meaning a cut into his flesh,
Dresden can do fun things with blood. like turn it into fog
” I took a breath and drew in every bit of will I could summon, drew in the pain and my fear and sick frustration and shoved it all into a hard little ball of energy. “Ventas veloche,” I murmured. “Ubrium, ubrium.” I repeated the words in a breathless chant, curling my fingers in toward my palm as I did. The curls of steam from my blood began to thicken and gather into dense tendrils of mist and fog. Back along our trail, where more of my blood had spilled, more fog arose. For a few seconds, it was nothing, just a low and slithering movement along the ground–and then it erupted forth, billows of fog rising to cover the ground as the energy rushed out of me, covering Tera from my sight and causing shouts of confusion and consternation to come from the law officials pursuing us. ”
Fool Moon, Chapter 13
@Admiral
JIC, can Dresden still turn Mage!-Hawke’s blood into fog?
It would be interesting if Dresden can do that.
“I would suggest bringing up a feat (you don’t even need proof at first!) and then when someone asks to see it or see it explained, then you can post a short, concise quote.”
-Unless Fisherking is arguing, at which time you will be criticized and lambasted if you neglect to post the proof right away.
@Soul
FisherKing sounds like the most obvious example of someone ready to lambast you if you don’t have the quotes at the ready, right?
YIKES!!!!
Hmm, FisherKing vs Rhododendron? har har har
@Soulerous
I’ll try to do that from now on, I have posted condensed feats though, if clarification is needed on any let me know.
@Admiral
TBF(To be fair) you’re far from the only one who needs to sharpen up around here.(I myself am guilty of fearing I’d be a dull blade around these parts, I’d like to leave a positive impression of me behind before I head to college!Easier said than done among other things!)
As for the post #84:
Eww*, I can’t watch!!!! (looks away)
1.) (Not best sound to make, but there you go!Anyone else is welcome to find a better sound description!)
Couple points, still on the topic of dopplegangers.
1. Can they copy multiple life forms at once? If I recall correctly, Devil Arms are living beings in and of themselves.
2. Can they change form at will, and do they get to choose when they change shapes? Dante with no Devil Arms, for instance, would lose to Vergil.
3. Assuming they can copy anything, why not have them copy Mundus or Sparda?
Couple points, still on the topic of dopplegangers.
1. Can they copy multiple life forms at once? If I recall correctly, Devil Arms are living beings in and of themselves.
2. Can they change form at will, and do they get to choose when they change shapes? Dante with no Devil Arms, for instance, would lose to Vergil.
3. Assuming they can copy anything, why not have them copy Mundus or Sparda?
Wrong thread. Stupid FP Mobile…
@Dr. Doctor
For our sake, pray that Hitman will not count this post as being the intended one for in case any changes need be done, okay?
If anyone from Castlevania stumbles on this match and get directly involved, a literal bloodbath would break out in more ways than one(well, more than it already is) would it not?
@ Doctor
Don’t worry, it happens to everyone.
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Also, can anyone give me a list of abilities that the Dragonborn shouts provide?
Apart from the wiki, which won’t load properly in my computer due to slow internet connection.
@Lieutenant
I’d have gone to grab a vid of the Dragonborn using the KaioKen attack or the Kamehameha Wave attack, but I get the feeling that this wouldn’t be recommended in this particular thread, right?
Animal Allegiance: A Shout for help from the beasts of the wild, who come to fight in your defense.
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Aura Whisper: Your Voice is not a Shout, but a whisper, revealing the life forces of any and all.
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Become Ethereal: The Thu’um reaches out to the Void, changing your form to one that cannot harm, or be harmed.
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Call Dragon: Odahviing! Hear my Voice and come forth. I summon you in my time of need.
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Call of Valor: The valiant of Sovngarde hear your Voice, and journey beyond space and time to lend aid
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Clear Skies: Skyrim itself yields before the Thu’um, as you clear away fog and inclement weather.
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Disarm: Shout defies steel, as you rip the weapon from an opponent’s grasp.
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Dismay: And the weak shall fear the Thu’um, and flee in Terror.
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Dragonrend: Your Voice lashes out at a dragon’s very soul, forcing the beast to land.
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Drain Vitality: Coax both magical and mortal energies from your hapless opponent.
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Elemental Fury: The Thu’um imbues your arms with the speed of wind, allowing for faster weapon strikes.
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Fire Breath: Inhale air, exhale flame, and behold the Thu’um as inferno.
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Frost Breath: Your breath is winter, you Thu’um a blizzard.
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Ice Form: Your Thu’um freezes an opponent solid.
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Kyne’s Peace: The Voice soothes wild beasts, who lose their desire to fight or flee.
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Marked for Death: Speak, and let your Voice herald doom, as an opponent’s armor and lifeforce are weakened.
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Slow Time: Shout at time, and command it to obey, as the world around you stands still.
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Storm Call: A Shout to the skies, a cry to the clouds, that awakens the destructive force of Skyrim’s lightning.
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Soul Tear: Your Thu’um cuts through flesh and shatters soul, commanding the will of the fallen.
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Summon Durnehviir: Durnehviir! Hear my Voice and come forth from the Soul Cairn. I summon you in my time of need.
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Throw Voice: The Thu’um is heard, but its source unknown, fooling those into seeking it out.
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Unrelenting Force: Your Voice is raw power, pushing aside anything – or anyone – who stands in your path.
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Whirlwind Sprint: The Thu’um rushes forward, carrying you in its wake with the speed of a tempest.
@ Sorrow
Ah thanks, that Slow Time shot looks nasty.
Meh, DB’s time manipulation is his best bet, otherwise Dresden has a gun, which pretty much wins it for him (guns>swords har har)
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And Elric can also transmute stuff into guns so….
going to post some feats from the respect thread.
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fire cutting through walls and a vampire, also shows battlefield awareness from years of dealing with monsters and general genre savvy.
“I lifted the blasting rod, aimed it at the corner ahead of me, and poured my rage, my will, and my power into it as I snarled, “Fuego!”
Silver-white fire howled down the hallway and bit into the corner ahead, blowing through it as easily as a bullet through a paper target. I drew the line of fire to my left, and as quickly as that, the fire gouged an opening as big as my fist through several sections of studs and drywall, blasting through to the perpendicular hallway where I’d heard the vampires talking. The din was incredible. Wood tore and exploded. Drywall flew into clouds of dust. Pipes screamed as they were severed as neatly as if I’d used a cutter. Wires erupted into clouds of popping sparks.
And something entirely inhuman let out a piercing shriek of pain, pain driven by unnaturally powerful lungs into a scream that was louder than gunshots.
I screamed in answer, in challenge, in defiance, and pelted forward. The runes on my blasting rod shone with white-hot fire, throwing brilliant silver-white light out ahead of me into the darkened building as I ran.
As I rounded the corner a shape was already in motion, coming toward me. My shield bracelet was ready. I lifted my left hand, fingers contorted into a gesture that had nothing to do with magic but that was generally considered insulting. My will poured into the charm bracelet hung with multiple tiny shields, and in an instant my power spread from there into a quarter-dome shape of pure, invisible force in front of me. The black shape of the vampire hit the shield, sending up concentric circles of blue light and white sparks, and then rebounded from it.
I dropped the shield almost before he was done rebounding, leveled the blasting rod with a flick of my wrist, and ripped the vampire in half with a word and a beam of silver fire. The pieces flew off in different directions, still kicking and thrashing hideously.
In the middle of the hallway was a second bisected vampire, which I’d apparently hit when firing blindly through the wall. It was also dying messily. Because I’ve seen too many bad horror movies and know the rules for surviving them, the instant I’d made sure the hallway was empty of more threats, I swung the rod up to point above me.
A vampire clung to the ceiling not twenty feet away.”
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the force of Dresden’s fire spell knocking a vampire through a wall.
“There were two vampires in front of a door to an office. One of them was on the floor, thrashing and hissing in agony, clutching at its flabby belly. It was leaking blood all over the floor. Several dozen bullet holes – exit holes – in the door explained why. The injuries wouldn’t kill the vamp, but they were painful and robbed it of the source of its supernatural power – the blood it had devoured. The other was crouched to the side of the doorway, as if debating with itself whether or not it should try to rush the door as its companion apparently had.
My runner went by them, wailing in fear.
I slid to a stop on the rapidly moistening floor, lifted the rod, and cut loose with another blast. It howled down the hallway, and the running vamp seized the wounded one and pulled it up to intercept the shot I’d meant for it. The wounded vamp screamed and absorbed just enough of the energy to let the runner plunge through the drywall at the end of the hall. It vanished from sight, and a second later I heard the sound of glass breaking as it fled the building.
The luckless vampire was dead, or on the final approach to it, since the beam had sliced off almost everything to the left of its spine.”
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wall of wind laced with soulfire
” Been that kind of day,” I said. I swapped my blasting rod for my staff. The rod was great for pitching fire around, but I needed to pull off something more complicated than it was really meant to handle, and my wizard’s staff was a great deal more versatile, meant for handling a broad range of possibilities. I called forth my will and laced it with the soulfire within me, then thrust the staff ahead and called, “Fuego murus! Fuego vellum!”
Energy rushed out of me, and silver-white fire rose up in a ring nearly sixty feet across, three feet thick, and three or four yards high. The roar of the flames seemed to be somehow intertwined with an odd tone that sounded like nothing so much as the voice of a great bell.
The centipedes (plural – Hell’s bells, I needed to stop being so arrogant) rose up onto their rearmost limbs, trying to bridge the wall in a living arch, but they recoiled from the flames even more violently than when I’d slammed the original head with a cannonball of fire.”
Changes Chap 12
Again, it’s been a while, and it seems weird for me to be debating against Commander Cross, but oh well.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=THd_7hO5ovE
That’s a video of the Greybeard stunlock (only video I could find, and the quality is horrible, I’m sorry). One greybeard (only two were there) took a break of just 8 seconds between shouting ice form (it isn’t 4 seconds, remember, there’s 2 Greybeards present).
In-game, just the first word of Ice Form has a 60 second cooldown, therefore, the recharge time is game mechanics, and the only time difference between shouts is the time to say them.
Because of this, a combo of Slow Time + Whirlwind Sprint + Elemental Fury + Soul Rip should take out either or both combatants of Team A relatively quickly (they’re both still flesh humans with soft necks).
Sorry for double post, but why are all the Dresden feats always so goddamn long? Come on, condense it down a little, they turn me off all Dresden matches in general, since I basically have to spend half an hour searching for a feat. I don’t give two shits if Harry had shampoo on his hair.
@Bluefire
Great to see you here, only a matter of time before AHEM arrives next, agreed?
This will be fun.
@Cross
Aha, that would give me the weirdest deja vu feels.
This can prove to be mighty entertaining :3