User talk:Lasifer/Archive 2

New message
I am so wasting this clean space with a pointless message. . That is all —Arrow (talk) → 00:54, August 13, 2012 (UTC) Damn you EA, DAMN YOU!!!!!! —Arrow (talk) → 01:00, August 13, 2012 (UTC)

Deletions
Not to be rude, but I noticed you have been deleting a bunch of warrior pages, including some of mine, without giving any particular reason why. Would you please explain this? SPARTAN 119 (talk) 15:16, August 13, 2012 (UTC)


 * They did not meet the page criteria or were not needed, sorry. 15:35, August 13, 2012 (UTC)

This is Affectos. I was wondering why you deleted my Bass Reeves page. I had used him in a match-up, and had posted the battle. You reasoning made no sense and a simple message would have sufficent. I will be putting the page back up.

68.234.73.15 15:17, August 13, 2012 (UTC)


 * Okay, fine with me. Please sign in next time. 15:35, August 13, 2012 (UTC)

Sorry
Sorry for adding it. I thought it would work as it is a sort of common thread between the warriors, but I guess not...

SPARTAN 119 (talk) 01:59, August 18, 2012 (UTC)

Paging Dr. Moore...
I have some news that might interest you, and a proposition for you.

Firstly, I have been watching MLP: FIM on YouTube, hoping to see for myself if it holds up as good as the fans say it does. I am proud to say that it does. I am a film student, and in my opinion, the creaters of this show put their all into it. It has great cinimatography and editing, excellent character development, excellent writing, and is truly a good show for people of all ages.

Secondly, I would like to use this opportunity to propose a battle collabration with you: two chaotic deities in a no-holds-barred battle to the death - Yogg-Saron, the Fiend of a Thousand Faces from Warcraft, against Discord, the Spirit of Chaos from MLP.CuchulainSetanta (talk) 17:54, August 20, 2012 (UTC)

Here's my plan for how this will play out. I will back Yogg-Saron in this fight, while you back Discord. I will host the battle, but I would appreciate it if you create Discord's character page while I create Yogg-Saron's. The final battle will be a joint effort. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to bring them up. CuchulainSetanta (talk) 16:33, August 22, 2012 (UTC)

Yogg-Saron's page is complete. Infobox has been fixed. CuchulainSetanta (talk) 17:19, August 22, 2012 (UTC)

I would also be happy to have one of your custom banners for this fight. CuchulainSetanta (talk) 20:29, August 22, 2012 (UTC)

Will this work? CuchulainSetanta (talk) 20:37, August 22, 2012 (UTC)

Most certainly. CuchulainSetanta (talk) 00:14, August 23, 2012 (UTC)

I notice that you have been pretty busy with other work on the site. I don't want to be a burden, but would you be able to get Discord's character page and weapons/abilities up soon? CuchulainSetanta (talk) 23:52, September 5, 2012 (UTC)

We still doing this? CuchulainSetanta (talk) 06:41, September 19, 2012 (UTC)

Weapons Revamping
I have noticed you have marked some of the weapons for revamping. That's fine and all, however, some of my articles cover a class of weapons, such as European Sword or Scimitar, with sub-entries for variants. In my opinion, current standards for weapon revamping do not work for these as the variants within are radically different to fit in one infobox and should have their own separate description and users sections. How would you suppose fixing this, preferably while keeping the individual subsections (i.e. Viking Sword, Arming Sword, Longsword, and Two-Handed Sword in European Sword) and individual users sections. Should I insert an infobox anyway and simply put "variable" in all the fields? Also, I want to keep the multiple pics of the various variants. SPARTAN 119 (talk) 03:00, August 24, 2012 (UTC)

Chat Ban
Seriously, unban me, I can count tons of times when you've said i suck now unban me.Tomahawk23 (talk) 22:47, August 25, 2012 (UTC)

Fallout Tournament
Hey Las. Just Kevlar, asking if you still have room in the Fallout tournament. I posted my stats on the blog, but didn't get a responce. KevlarNinja (talk) 21:24, September 1, 2012 (UTC)

las moore i dare you to challenge me in a battle in the cartoon tournament

Nutterbutter12 (talk) 21:45, September 10, 2012 (UTC)nutterbutter12

On User Tourneys
Las, you have no grounds to ban me. Unban me right now!Tomahawk23 (talk) 03:41, September 15, 2012 (UTC)

Fallout users
Hey, if you're still thinking about adding that other round with me and Vile, I was thinking, maybe you could fill the slots with two winners from the other rounds. Sort of a 'back for blood" feel to it.

Hellboy vs Hellblazer
Hey Dr. Moore, you commented on my http://deadliestfiction.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Manofgod/Hellboy_vs_Hellblazer battle that'll you'll vote later. Hope that the vote will come, and hey please put some edges on why you're chosen warrior should won. TY

Ohh not being an admin anymore is how I ruined df for you but still you had no rights to ban me but I am banned from chat for what appears to be 3 months so yeah that sort of worked.

Nutterbutter12 (talk) 20:48, October 27, 2012 (UTC)

About the Expert's Opinions
Las, I need that expert's opinion for Duck Dodgers today

EC Edit
Excuse me but, I noticed the fight with Edward Cullen was removed from Edward Richtofen's page, and I'd like to know why. That battle was my first on this wiki, and I was hoping to do a re-match of it. Also, if it's that Cullen doesn't classify as a warrior then that is simply incorrect. He fights in the first three movies and books (haven't seen the 4th one) and is technically a vampire....even if he does....sparkle. Looking back, I think people just didn't get that Cullen had super speed and strength and so that is why I wanted to do a re-match of it.

Tyler D&#39;Ambrosio (talk) 01:43, November 3, 2012 (UTC)

Wordmark help
Hey, I just started a new wiki, and I heard you could help me with my wordmark. This is my wiki, please contact me there! Thank you!RiseforthePrize (talk) 02:40, November 9, 2012 (UTC)

Re: Award
How do I add the award to my user page?

Vote
You told me to remind you to vote in my battle ofAlexander the Great vs. Genghis Khan, so I have reminded you so please vote fast.

RSV 123 (talk) 14:51, November 15, 2012 (UTC)

Part 1
Hellboy grunted as he hopped over the weak chain-link fence. The night was heavy and thick in its darkness. One kerosene lamp dangled from Hellboy's grip, and with a mighty toss, he chucked the lantern into the darkness. The kerosene exploded into a ball of fire, lighting up the dark woods. The shadows danced behind the magnificent fire. Hellboy gave a short cough and gave a few heavy steps forward, crunching in the dead leaves littering the ground. He was out on the hunt, his cautious eyes scanning the dark forest surrounding him. Sniffing quietly, Hellboy made his careful approach to a tiled building several meters past the trees. Outside the doorway to the building, he found a lined paper with a pencil drawing of a stick-figure with the word “RUN!” written on it in capital letters. Ripping the paper off of the wall and dropping it onto the grass, Hellboy placed his massive foot onto the note and pushed into the tiled room.

A match struck. In the feeble light, Hellboy made out a small chair leaning against the wall, but not much else. The room smelled awful. Turning, he found fecal matter smeared on the white tile. Wincing, Hellboy backed up and turned around. Suddenly, his vision clouded over with a gray static. Grunting in surprise, he peered through the static and made out a tall, white-faced figure standing motionless. “Hey ugly…” Hellboy mutters, coughing, “Eat shit.” He raises his Good Samaritan and fires a shot point-blank into his attacker. Hellboy’s vision clears. The Slender Man is gone. Only a faint green trail of phosphorescent light leads off into the woods at five-foot intervals.

“Crazy bastard…” Hellboy whispers to himself. He blows out his match and takes off out of the building into the forest, his vision rapidly adjusting to the dark. The night surrounds him in its stillness and darkness, and all Hellboy can hear are the sounds of his own heavy footsteps. Off in the distance, a child laughs – a high-pitched, unreal giggle. Hellboy looks to the right, craning his neck to see the kid. The child screams. Hellboy turns off of the path and heads into the thick forest, pushing through the low branches of the evergreen trees and stumbling through the dirt.

A thick drop of blood falls from Hellboy’s giant nostril. He sniffs and another drop splatters onto his arm. A stab of pain rips through his head and he doubles over in pain.



Battle


Hey Las, its JWarrior89.

Just reminding you about putting my "Shao Kahn vs Nightmare" battle on the main page :)

Thank you again.

JWarrior89 (talk) 22:39, November 20, 2012 (UTC)JWarrior89

No expert's opinion required
Dear Las, as you have delayed for such a long time...

I no longer require the batman expert's opinion, of course unless you are writing it, then I will use it.

Thundrtri (talk) 01:33, November 27, 2012 (UTC)

Saints Row 3 Tourney: Interview


I am going to have a reporter interview you about the tournament, which I am calling Steel-War Tournament III (The III is for story purposes) and see what your character thinks about all this.

"Guys, I am here with Mr. M. C. F--ker the Fourth, because being the Third is overrated, Claus."

" Whatever you want your character to say

"Now, what is you thoughts on this whole tournament? What do You think will be the outcome?"

" This is where you (or more say, your character) states his what he thinks is going to happen and stuff like that. Maybe give off some back-story "

Report Back soon. Undead RVD (talk) 05:27, December 15, 2012 (UTC)

Homepage Poll
Hey dude, could you add Skyfall to the poll on the homepage?

95.146.241.131 15:12, December 15, 2012 (UTC)

About Lusthog vs. Screamin' Eagles
Dear Las,

Could you please explain how to add pictures and tables to battles. I'm not all that techwise and the creating a battle page isn't all that clear.

Thanks,

Master of AwesomenessMaster of Awesomeness (talk) 02:03, December 23, 2012 (UTC)

SMB vs. PSASBR
Hey, just saw the title card you posted. I think I know what you're next battle is going to be, and it's, as Sly Cooper's Murray would say, AWESOME! KevlarNinja (talk) 15:00, January 4, 2013 (UTC)

Slasher
Yes, it's come to my attention from some of the other guys in my slasher tournament that you're slasher is too over-powered, mostly due to that holy weapon thing. Plus, I have to say that's breaking the part of the rules where it says that everybody has to be able to die of blood loss, organ damage or just a plan headshot. And seening as that can only happen to your slasher with blessed weapons, something most of the other slashers don't have, you are going to have to tone him down a few notches to make things a little more fair. KevlarNinja (talk) 17:07, January 5, 2013 (UTC)

PSASBR vs SSBB assisstance...
I see that in your PSASBR vs SSBB you were looking for help, and I think that I could handle Sir Fortesque vs Link. I recently bought the game guide for PSASBR and I own SSBB. Just fill me in on what I have to do. My emotions are Might...Affectos (talk) 01:30, January 6, 2013 (UTC)

M.C. F--ker the Fourth vs the Fire Cat: Battle
‘‘In Loren Square, Downtown Steelport”

M.C. and his 3 strippers are walking down the middle of the road. No one is in sight.

(Insert something about M.C is going to with his strippers after he wins this fight)

As they are walking down the street, they can hear a load noise around the corner. It is full of snarls, moans and grunts. The strippers are shaking and slowly walk back.

(M.C. tells his girls to stop shaking and that it probably isn’t anything to bad) Then the source of the noise is now in sight: 10 Zombies. Flaming ones to be exact.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat:  x15

(M.C. yells at his girls to run like hell)

M.C. and his girls start running for their lives. One of his girls, dressed in a “cowgirl” theme, trips and falls. She turns over, only to see a horde swarm her. “M.C.! HELP ME! AHHHH,” The Stripper says as the inflamed zombies tear at her. Blood and guts are seen flying. One of her breast implants is seen flying out.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat:  x15

M.C. and his other two girls are still running. They run towards a small building with a large metal crate near it, tall enough for them to climb up onto the building. The Zombies are not far behind.

(M.C. ordering his girls to get up onto the building)

As the zombies come, M.C. fires his Ultimaxe and kills 5 of them. They run up the crate and M.C. follows. On top of the building, where the zombies can’s reach them, M.C. Rains down grenades from his M2 Grenade Launcher.

(M.C. Yelling at the Zombies as he blows them up)

The explosions are load and powerful enough to kill the remaining zombies. They all sigh in relief. M.C. notices something is wrong. He finds that one of his girls, a “military themed one, is dead, with several bullets in her head . M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat:  x5

He looks over at a parking ramp not far behind the building they are on. He thinks the Fire Cat is there. Ha and his remaining stripper climb down and head for the Parking Ramp. As they run into it, gun fire is head. The Fire Cat fires several rounds from his TOGO-13, the same gun he used to kill that stripper, into M.C. F—ker and then retreats further into the ramp.

M.C.’s stripper, “nurse” themed, runs up to him to check on him. “You OK boss?” (M.C. says he is fine)

They continue up the ramp. They can’t find their enemy. Then, from above, a Molotov flies down, followed by the Fire Cat with his Duel 45 Shepherds. The Fire hits the stripper and causes her to panic. The Fire Cat kicks M.C. and forces him to drop his shotgun. M.C. pulls out his KA1-Kobra and fires at him. The Fire Cat, however, fires a couple rounds at M.C.. M.C. gets some hits in but is knocked back a ways. The Fire Cat runs up a ramp and out of M.C.’s sight. The Stripper follows him, armed with a TEK Z-10.

M.C. is able to get up pretty quickly and hears a lack of gun fire. He pulls out his Viper Laser Rifle and runs up the ramp, only to find the Fire Cat with his arm around his stripper’s neck.

(M.C. yells some threats if his stripper gets hurt)

The Fire Cat looks at him with lifeless eyes. He then pulls his arm, cracking the stripper’s neck. He tosses her body over the ledge.

(M.C. yells at Fire Cat about how that was his favorite Stripper)

M.C. opens fire at Fire Cat but he dodges behind a wall. Then, the remaining zombies charge at him. He opens fire on them, too, and is able to kill them all off.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat:

Fire Cat then leans out his head. In a rage, M.C. fires out his Viper Laser Rifle in till it overheats. M.C. starts to fan it out when the Fire Cat pulls out his Sonic Boom and sends M.C. flying and his rifle flying further. M.C. gets up quick and pulls out his Cyber Blaster and sends out a barrage of blasts at the Fire Cat. He hits the Sonic Boom and damages it. The Fire Cat drops it and runs back behind the wall. M.C. follows him for a while.

The Fire Cat turns behind another wall. M.C. follows but is met with a two TEK Z-10s pumping out flaming bullets. M.C. runs back and the two continue to exchange fire. M.C. is able to out run the Fire Cat, find a spot to wait and pulls out his Penatrator. Once the Fire Cat is close enough, M.C. runs at him. However, the Fire Cat responds by throwing a Satchel Charge M.C. Thankfully, M.C. dodges and M.C. gives off some swings. The Fire Cat dodges the attacks and the two moves up to a ledge leading outside. M.C. Keeps swinging, while the Fire Cat keeps dodging. Then the Satchel Charge runs out of time and goes off. The Explosion is powerful enough to send them both flying out and causes that level from the parking ramp to collapse.

As the smoke settles, M.C. and Fire Cat start getting up. M.C. gets up first and, still holding his Penetrator, walks up to the Fire Cat, raising it over his head.

(M.C. says how much of a pain in the a—the Fire Cat has been and how it gives him great joy to kill him)

Just as M.C. has his weapon over his head, the Fire Cat, at one knee, one foot, turns around, cocks his Grave Digger and fires at M.C.. M.C. flies back, with a blaze of fire on his chest. He starts to get back onto his knees but another cocking sound is heard. The Fire Cat aims his Grave Digger right at M.C.’s head. M.C. just looks up at him… and chuckles once.

(M.C. says that even though he dies today, People will forever remember his name. Halfway saying his name, he gets cut off)

The Fire Cat fires his Grave Digger at M.C.’s head, blasting him to smithereens. The Fire Cat then just leaves.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat:

The last part I don't require you to dink around with. Post what you got done on my talk page. Also, I am sorry for your loss. M.C. was a good pimp. Possibly, if I do another on of these, he can make a combat. Those who have died don't always stay dead (e.g. Gat).

Undead RVD (talk) 02:19, January 16, 2013 (UTC)

I REALLY would like you to write up your guys line soon. I want to post the battle in the near future. Please try to get in in to me soon.

Undead RVD (talk) 01:41, January 18, 2013 (UTC)

We should do it together!
Hey Las,

Since you showed an interest in The Driver vs Anton Chigurh, and I never really got around to doing it, would you by chance like to work together on it sometime with you repping Chigurh and me repping The Driver?

Sincerely,

--BeastMan14 (talk) 13:10, January 18, 2013 (UTC)

Our collab.
“In this dirty old part of the city... where the sun refuses to shine…. People tell me there ain’t no use in tryin’.”

The music blares from the loudspeakers on the Huey transport choppers as they make their way over the tops of peaceful Hue city, still damaged from the ferocious battle that took place there about a year ago.

“Now my girl you’re so young and pretty, and one thing I know is true… you’ll be dead before your time is due.”

<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">Alphabet leans back in the chopper and sings along to We’ve Gotta Get Out of This Place by the Animals.

<p style="margin:0in0in0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“WATCH MY DADDY IN BED AND DYIN’! WATCH HIS HAIR BEEN TURNIN’ GRAY – YEAH! HE’S BEEN WORKING AND SLAVIN’ HIS LIFE AWAY! OH YES I KNOW!” Burly machine gunner Duffy strums an air guitar and the two join together in an off-key melody: “WE’VE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! IF IT’S THE LAST THING WE E-EVER DO! WE’VE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! Girl, there’s a better life for me and you!”

<p style="margin:0in0in0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">The choppers kick up dust and blow nearby palm trees violently around and they descend slowly on landing pads. Marines in dark green fatigues wave them down. Over the roar of the rotors and the blare of the music, Frantz and Eden step out and meet the Marine.

<p style="margin:0in0in0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“Papers?” the soldier shouts, squinting.

<p style="margin:0in0in0.0001pt;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Helvetica","sans-serif"">“We’re the 101st,” Eden says. “We’re ready for business.”

Lusthog vs. Eagles
<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">''"God dammit..." Cowboy mutters.'' is what you last typed.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Squinting and looking down the road, he notices a group of soldiers approaching with American weapons. Turning briefly to spit, he looks up and grunts, “Who sent the prima-donna squad over here? We’ve got it under control.”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The soldiers are the Screaming Eagles. Eden approaches Cowboy and says, “Who’s in charge here?”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I am.”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Not anymore. You’ve caused far too much trouble over here, and my men are going to escort you back to base.” Eden jabs a finger into Cowboy’s chest, pushing him back a few steps. Cowboy retaliates by slamming the butt of his M16 across Eden’s chin. Blood flies from Eden’s mouth and he stumbles back into his own men. Duffy steps forward and lowers his M60 machine gun at the Lusthog Squad. “Careful, piece of shit,” he growls. “I’m not afraid to turn this gun on you.”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Wait!” Frantz steps forward and holds up his arms. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go! Just put down your weapons, EVERYONE, and let’s get back to base!”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“We’re not going anywhere,” Animal Mother says. “You know what I think, Cowboy?”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“What?”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“These motherfuckers picked the wrong damn fight!” Animal Mother pulls the trigger on the M60 and sweeps it down at his waist, spraying the Screaming Eagles. As the shocked 101st Division scrambles for cover, several of the soldiers are thrown into the air and chopped up by the massive machine-gun rounds. x3

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">''<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Please to meet you, hope you guess my name! But what’s puzzlin’ you is the nature of my game!” ''

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Duffy holds his ground and returns fire with his M60, killing two of the Lusthog Squad soldiers and destroying the radio. x2 Eden crouches behind a low brick wall and grabs Frantz’s radio as the sergeant takes wild shots with his M16. “Those bastards are shooting at us!” he screams. “Send air support, ASAP!”

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Private Frank Gaigin of the Eagles runs up to cover Duffy’s retreat and takes a bullet to the stomach, shattering his midsection. Falling back in shock, he lands in the arms of “Doc” Johnson, who’s already trying to deal with another wounded soldier. “Crazy fools!” Motown shouts next to Doc, as he drops off shots from his M79. The explosions tear across the narrow street, and another Lusthog Squad member falls to the floor, killed by the blast. A random shot from a LAW rocket streaks overhead and blows a chunk out of an office building above the Eagles, raining massive hunks of concrete and debris. Coughing under the dust, the Eagles try to regroup as they fall back in disarray. The Lusthog Squad pushes forward viciously, M16s and M60s ablaze with fire, spewing lead left and right. Private Elliott McDaniel of the Eagles stands up and pulls his arm back to throw a grenade, but is riddled through his body and falls back dead. The live grenade rolls to the floor and comes to a stop next to Doc, working on Gaigin. The wounded soldier next to Gaigin is now dead.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Grenade!” Doc screams in horror. He stoops over to pick up the grenade and lobs it as high as he can back at the Lusthog Squad, but the grenade blows up in midair, harming no one.

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">As the Lusthog Squad fires from cover, the burly figure of Duffy appears down the alley, sprinting as he fires his M60 at the hip. The bullets chip at the buildings and send sharp concrete fragmentation raining down on the Lusthog Squad. Duffy hops over a low wall and shoots at several shocked Lusthog Squad members, ripping them apart. x2 Their corpses fly back and lie tattered in the street. Duffy has attracted a lot of enemy fire, though, and round after round slaps into his massive chest and arms. The 5.56 rounds lack stopping power, and in his rage, Duffy presses onward, Galvan following close behind. Galvan aims down his sights at a fleeing Lusthog member and fires a few rounds into his back, but the injured warrior pushes through the pain and disappears into a doorway. Galvan stops and prepares to throw a grenade into the doorway, but Duffy keeps pushing forward.

<p style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">A bloop from an M79 grenade launcher echoes across the battlefield, and explodes behind Duffy. Galvan is thrown to the side, riddled with shrapnel. The live grenade rolls from his hands and lies in the street – and the explosion kills the man hiding in the doorway. Duffy bursts in on Doc Jay and the injured Cowboy, and he grins as he lowers the M60 and presses the trigger – but his belt of ammunition jams at the most inopportune of times. Recovering quickly, Duffy swings the barrel and cracks Doc Jay in the jaw, but Cowboy’s M1911 provides sufficient stopping power to injure the hulking brute. Duffy stumbles back and grabs at his stomach, right in time for a second shot that shatters his skull, throwing brain matter across the wall.

El Alamein (talk) 23:26, February 10, 2013 (UTC)

My battle
Could you vote on my battle please http://deadliestfiction.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Mrweare121/The_mario_brothers_vs_Donkey_kong_and_Diddy_kong Mrweare121 (talk) 19:18, February 11, 2013 (UTC)Mrweare121

Durge
In the battle between Lobo and Durge, Lobo appears to have almost every advantage. He's stronger and can not be killed being truly immortal. However Durge has a few advantages over Lobo that may get him the win.

First amoung Durge's abilties is his regeneration, while Lobo also has this abilty, Durge's is particuarly affective thanks to his Gen'Dai physiology. His muscels and nerves all work to pull him back together even if he his seperated into pieces. This ties into Durge's other advantage, also related to his physiology, he has no vital organs that can be targeted, no heart or brains sense his entire body functions as these orangans. As a result Durge can't be knocked out by means of physical force, not matter how hard he is hit and not matter how badly he is damaged, he's almost never going to be more than slighty inconvenienced. His physiology also mean he has no delay between his thoughts and his action, becasue his nervous system in signifcantly more advanced most species. Durge's armor I don't see as offering a great advantgae in this fight in terms of protection. But it links up with his cybernetic implants to help him in combat, increases his physical abiltys. These will help him, however against Lobo they may not help much.

Durges's biggest advantage in this fight however is not truly anything he brings to the fight, It's what Lobo doesn't. Lobo, as far as I know lacks any abilty's or powers that would truly affect Durge in any meaningful way. Becasue Durge can't be beaten to death or incapciated by physical means, there is only one known way to truly beat him, and that was throwing him into a star. The only thing that stopped Durge's run of destruction was sending him flying into a star, and at the time he was considered truly dead. However, many years later, it was reveled that even this wasn't enough to truly kill him. It isn't known how any thing of Durge survied, but there was enough of him left to considered alive, however greviosuly injured, he was still considered medically alive, and even began to heal. I don't think Lobo posses that level of destructive capabiltys. One could argue Lobo could grab Durge and throw him into a star, but Durge basically a blob on muscels and nerves, once he's out of his armor, grabbing him would be like trying grab a Eel, keep slipping out of the grip and sliding away, He can't easily be held or grabbed, so this more than likely would work.

In the end, While Lobo is insanly tough and durable, there is a chance to incapcitate him, a chance that is not present with Durge thanks to his healing factor and unigue physiology.

Landa vs. Goeth Part 1
<p class="MsoNormal">Landa:

<p class="MsoNormal">Goeth:

<p class="MsoNormal">Hans Landa smiled pleasantly as he looked out the window of the truck at the passing forest. His driver watched the narrow road as they approached the checkpoint gate.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Now, remember, just get us past this checkpoint and we can meet up with Raine and his men,” Landa whispers to the driver.

<p class="MsoNormal">The truck slows and makes a stop at the checkpoint. A Nazi guard stands at attention, salutes Landa and walks around to Landa’s side of the truck. After a brief and awkward pause, Landa steps out of the truck and removes his hat.

<p class="MsoNormal">“How can I help, staff sergeant?” Landa asks, putting emphasis on the soldier’s lower rank.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sorry Colonel, but all passers-by must have their paperwork approved prior to approaching checkpoint.” The guard shifts uncomfortable from one leg to the other and rubs his neck with the back of his hand. “I’m sure you understand.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Landa stiffens and looks down at the shorter staff sergeant. “Look here, staff sergeant, I have no time to be delayed. The Furher has been killed and I’ve been summoned to Berlin to help sort out the issue.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The staff sergeant sniffs and looks up at Landa. “Why are you in France, then? In the middle of these woods? Shouldn’t you have gone to the airport?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Landa’s anger flares, along with his panic as his story falls apart. “Move aside, STAFF SERGEANT, before I have you filed for insubordination!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The sergeant shouts back, “You will return to your truck and go back the way you came!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The shouting brings attention to the commander of the guard post, who walks around the small checkpoint and approaches the two arguing men. Amon Goeth has been reassigned in an effort to protect and shelter high-ranking SS officers after Hitler’s assassination. He stands face to face with Landa. “What seems to be the problem?” he asks, a dangerous silky tone to his voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">Landa licks his lips nervously. “Staff Sergeant here is holding back a superior officer because of paperwork. I must get past this checkpoint.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Goeth seems bored, suppresses a yawn, but steps forward, and holds out a hand. “Let me see your passport then.” Landa complies, reaching a hand into his coat pocket and showing his papers that include his picture, rank, and current country of station. “He checks out, Wilhelm,” Goeth says to the guard. “Let him pass.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Landa casts one last angry glance at the guard before he arrogantly strides back to his truck, opens the door, and steps in. “Hermann,” he says to his driver, “we can pass.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Goeth and the guard have been talking, and Goeth changes his mind, signaling the driver of Landa’s truck to stop.

<p class="MsoNormal">“One more thing,” Goeth calls out as he approaches the truck. “Why is it exactly that you’re passing through here? What business does a Colonel have this deep and this remote in the woods?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I could ask you the same thing, Colonel.” Landa replies coldly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“This has gone far enough, Colonel.” Goeth spits back. “Come back to the guard station with me and we’ll talk this out.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Landa looks over at his driver and nods. Three disloyal Nazis creep out of the back of Landa’s truck as the traitorous Colonel steps down and they aim MP-40’s at Goeth, who has his back turned.

<p class="MsoNormal">“DUCK COLONEL!” the guard shouts.

<p class="MsoNormal">Goeth scrambles to the side of the road and takes cover behind a tree as the bullets kick up dirt behind him. The guard is shot through the torso and drops dead.

Private info and shizz
Prologue “Mr. West, are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Frank finishes loading his “Broken Butterfly” revolver. “Son, you don’t have to worry. I may be older than the rest of you lot, but I’ve covered wars.” He smiles smugly as he finishes preparing his gear. “Okay Mr. West, pick you up when we get some info, got it?” The soldier opens the hatch for West. “Wish you luck. Don’t get eaten on us.” Frank just looks at him, glasses obscuring his eyes. “Compared to Willamette and Fortune City, this ….” Frank just leaps out the back of the plane. “IS A VACATION!!!!”

“Dad, STOP!!!” Carl yelled in fear as Rick fired randomly at a group of survivors. “Y’ALL STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!” He turns back to Carl. “Don’t you worry, Carl. Everything is gonna be alright. These bad men can’t hurt you. Not as long as I’m here.” The three other survivors cower in the corner. “Please sir, we’re just looking for supplies.” Rick angrily aims his Python at them. “DON’T YOU TOUCH MY BOY!!?” He then proceeds to tie them up. He holsters his Python, picking up his Machete nearby. He furiously hacks into the survivors, their screams echoing out Carl’s own sobbing. Blood comes out of their various wounds profusely; spraying fine mists of pink all over his shirt. “Don’t worry.” Carl just stares at his father in terror as he goes to a watchtower.

An hour later………

Rick sits in the watchtower, wiping the sweat from his brow. From his pocket he removes the picture of his wife, Lori. “Lori.......” He looks out into the field and sees a lady with black hair, wind blowing through her dress. Rick stands up, yelling loudly, “LORI! LORI!” She doesn’t turn around, simply pointing upward. Rick just continues to yell her name, his sanity still waning away. Finally, he snaps out of it and sees the helicopter. The hell is that? Rick asks himself. He looks through the scope of his rifle, seeing Frank preparing his gear.

I HAVE DELIVERED!
“Hold up, I think I’m sensing some movement.” The clone trooper slowed his sprint to an unsteady walk and held up his hand. His squadmates slowed behind him, raising their blaster rifles in different directions, crouched and tense. They crept through the shadows of the abandoned CIS factory, their muffled footsteps echoing in the vast, open hallways. As they approached a doorway, the lead trooper held up a closed fist and motioned for his squad to hold position. He raised his rifle to eye level and cautiously peeked around the corner of the doorway. Seeing nothing, he moved in.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The other clones scanned the warehouse nervously, darting their eyes frantically underneath their helmets. Their own frantic breathing became the only discernible sound as the echoes of their commander’s footsteps faded in the distance. Then – a huge boom tore through the air and the ground shook. The clone troopers stumbled and looked around more anxiously still, but held their position. Moments before he turned the corner, the clones heard their commander’s footsteps in rapid succession – he was running.

<p class="MsoNormal">“BREAK RANK, BREAK RANK!” he shouted, his rifle discarded, as he burst through the doorway. The high-pitched whine of a minigun spinning up preceded the rapid burst of bullets tearing in their direction. The commander was thrown into the air as the rounds punched through his armor, killing him instantly. Some of the clones panicked and threw down their weapons, running like their commander. A few held their ground, firing their blaster rifles randomly through the air, unable to see their assailant. Heavy footsteps crunched towards them as they kept up their barrage of blaster fire, and the bounty hunter Durge came into view, his wrist-mounted energy shield activated and deflecting the incoming fire as if it was no more than a squirt gun. With his free arm, Durge swept a lethal burst of flame out at the clones, consuming the troopers in a yellow-orange conflagration that lit up the corridor and amplified their screams of agony. Striding powerfully past his dying foes, Durge deactivated his energy shield and raised his wrist-mounted minigun, shooting at the clones halfway down the passageway. They lurched forward and sprawled facedown across the floor. Durge stopped firing. It was quiet again.

<p class="MsoNormal">El Alamein (talk) 23:58, April 3, 2013 (UTC)

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Ready, willing, able...and waiting
When are you going to need me for the SSBB vs. PSASBR match-ups? I'm in a break period between my match-ups, so I have time to work on the battles I volunteered for. I just need a date and a good idea of what I'd have to do. I've never done a collaberation before, but I'm anxious.

My emotions are Might...Affectos (talk) 15:05, April 9, 2013 (UTC)

Lobo vs. Durge part whatever
<span style="font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt;line-height:15.75pt;">Durge twisted his arms around the chains and snapped them off his legs before pulling his wrists together and slamming the flying metal back onto Lobo’s head. Lobo staggered back and clutched his head, giving Durge time to shake the chains off and spray lead from his wrist guns. Lobo straightened himself up and pushed through the machinegun fire, his body jerking unnaturally, as the bullets tore through his flesh and into the distance. Durge backed up slowly as Lobo advanced, before ceasing the machinegun fire and allowing the weapon to cool down. A hissing sound emerged from the barrel and smoke wriggled out. The shell casings clattered to the floor, and as Durge raised his wrists to fire again, Lobo leaped up and slammed a powerful fist into Durge’s midsection, knocking him off of his feet and sending him careening across the open warehouse into a wall, which crumbled and tore by the impact. Lobo slowed his pace as he approached Durge, who was struggling to regain his balance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“S’ h’ve ya had enough yet, rust bucket?” Lobo sneered.

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El Alamein (talk) 21:45, April 19, 2013 (UTC)

Hey Las, you gonna have the next part up soon?

El Alamein (talk) 21:43, April 30, 2013 (UTC)

Please vote on my battle
Please vote on my battle, John Marston vs. Niko Bellic: The Rematch. Vote by going to this link and voting in the comment section. Please read the voting critera before finalising your vote.

THE ENTIRE BATTLE
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:4.8pt0in6pt;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">El AlameinThe Easter Bunny looked up and smiled as the door to his room opened.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Lobo!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“What’s up, doc?” The Bounty Hunter said, walking into the Icon of Easter’s room. It reeked of liquor and cigarettes, the Main Man thought he smelt some of the damn Bunny’s “droppings” in there also. Less than five words spoken and Lobo already wanted out of this rat hole.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Good to see you! Care for a drink? They’re on me! C’mon, let’s go to the b-!” Lobo raised his right hand and slammed it on the Easter Bunny’s wooden table of alcohol, breaking it in two and cutting of the obnoxious Rabbit’s offer.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Uh…Lobo look I just have a job for you, it’s quick and simp-“

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“I wanna know what it is, furball.” Lobo cut the Rabbit off again, and drew his pistol from his holster. “You got ten seconds to explain the job and the pay, or I blow your ugly ass face off, rodent.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“It’s Durge, he’s another bounty hunter. You see, Durge has been causing some…trouble for me and my customers. This is where you come in. I need you to mess him up. The pay will be good, trust me. Teach him a lesson he won’t forget. Locate him on the Water Moon. Find him and kick his ass!”

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Hold up, I think I’m sensing some movement.” The clone trooper slowed his sprint to an unsteady walk and held up his hand. His squadmates slowed behind him, raising their blaster rifles in different directions, crouched and tense. They crept through the shadows of the abandoned CIS factory, their muffled footsteps echoing in the vast, open hallways. As they approached a doorway, the lead trooper held up a closed fist and motioned for his squad to hold position. He raised his rifle to eye level and cautiously peeked around the corner of the doorway. Seeing nothing, he moved in.

<p class="MsoNormal">The other clones scanned the warehouse nervously, darting their eyes frantically underneath their helmets. Their own frantic breathing became the only discernible sound as the echoes of their commander’s footsteps faded in the distance. Then – a huge boom tore through the air and the ground shook. The clone troopers stumbled and looked around more anxiously still, but held their position. Moments before he turned the corner, the clones heard their commander’s footsteps in rapid succession – he was running.

<p class="MsoNormal">“BREAK RANK, BREAK RANK!” he shouted, his rifle discarded, as he burst through the doorway. The high-pitched whine of a minigun spinning up preceded the rapid burst of bullets tearing in their direction. The commander was thrown into the air as the rounds punched through his armor, killing him instantly. Some of the clones panicked and threw down their weapons, running like their commander. A few held their ground, firing their blaster rifles randomly through the air, unable to see their assailant. Heavy footsteps crunched towards them as they kept up their barrage of blaster fire, and the bounty hunter Durge came into view, his wrist-mounted energy shield activated and deflecting the incoming fire as if it was no more than a squirt gun. With his free arm, Durge swept a lethal burst of flame out at the clones, consuming the troopers in a yellow-orange conflagration that lit up the corridor and amplified their screams of agony. Striding powerfully past his dying foes, Durge deactivated his energy shield and raised his wrist-mounted minigun, shooting at the clones halfway down the passageway. They lurched forward and sprawled facedown across the floor. Durge stopped firing. It was quiet again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:4.8pt0in6pt;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Durge looked around and lowered his weapon. The job was done. The armored bounty hunter exited the bloodied warehouse, and slowly walked towards his ship, ready to move on and find another squad of Clones to massacre. "Hehehe...". Durge heard a sound emitting from behind his ship, and slowly unholstered his blaster pistol, ready to investigate. “Time to die you walking trashcan!". Durge's ship launched forward, hitting him by surprise. Standing over him was none other than the Main Man, Lobo, pointing a blaster at Durge's forehead.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Here's how it's gonna work, pumpkin. I'm gonna frag you, take your head to the fraggin' Easter Bunny, an' get paid. A'right?"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Durge began to laugh hysterically under his metal helmet, getting louder and louder.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"What the hell, you ain' supposed to laugh! I'm gonna' kill you! Be scared, you fraggin' piece of sh--AHHHHHHHH!" Durge launched the Main Man far into the air before he could finish his monologue. Durge stood up, looking off into the distance to where he threw Lobo; he walked back to his damaged ship, thinking that the fight was over. Two hooked chains flew in from behind Durge, wrapping around his legs and pulling him towards Lobo.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You think I was a goner? Ha! The Main Man don't go down so easy, tin man! This battle has just begun!"

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Durge twisted his arms around the chains and snapped them off his legs before pulling his wrists together and slamming the flying metal back onto Lobo’s head. Lobo staggered back and clutched his head, giving Durge time to shake the chains off and spray lead from his wrist guns. Lobo straightened himself up and pushed through the machinegun fire, his body jerking unnaturally, as the bullets tore through his flesh and into the distance. Durge backed up slowly as Lobo advanced, before ceasing the machinegun fire and allowing the weapon to cool down. A hissing sound emerged from the barrel and smoke wriggled out. The shell casings clattered to the floor, and as Durge raised his wrists to fire again, Lobo leaped up and slammed a powerful fist into Durge’s midsection, knocking him off of his feet and sending him careening across the open warehouse into a wall, which crumbled and tore by the impact. Lobo slowed his pace as he approached Durge, who was struggling to regain his balance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“S’ h’ve ya had enough yet, rust bucket?” Lobo sneered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:4.8pt0in6pt;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Durge, raised his left arm and proceeded to open fire at the coming Bounty hunter, walking off the bullets hitting him.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Pal, y’er gon’ have to do better than that to kill me.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Durge unholstered his blaster and struggled to hold the gun steadily at his opponent.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Hehehe…”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lobo unholstered his own gun, a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun, and blasted a hole through Durge’s chest.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Huh?”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Durge’s chest was back to normal through fast regeneration, and as Lobo was surprised, Durge landed some quick and powerful punches onto his foe. Lobo fired another shot from his shotgun to blow Durge away and keep some distance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“Oh, It’s on now, pal. Y’er done for!” Lobo muttered as he spat onto the ground while cracking his knuckles.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“LET’S DO THIS!”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Durge fired the blaster in rapid succession as Lobo pounded forward at full speed, shrugging off the shots to collide with the bounty hunter. Dust shook from the ceiling and swirled around the empty room, obscuring both warriors from view. As the debris settled, Lobo stood triumphant, arms extended upward, with Durge’s limp form hanging in two pieces in Lobo’s grasp. “We’ve ‘bout had ‘nuff t’day, haven’t we?” Lobo jeered. Dragging the two body pieces on the ground behind him, Lobo spotted an injured Clone trooper propped up against the wall, clutching an injury and cowering in terror.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0in;line-height:15.75pt;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">“What’re you lookin’ at?” Lobo shouted. The Clone struggled to stand, but had his helmet kicked back into the wall. Lobo disappeared down the dark hallway without a second glance at the destruction he had wreaked.

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Test
Testing. -- 01:33, May 22, 2013 (UTC)

Boris vs. Doc Part 1
The cool night air blew a quiet breeze across the pier, disturbing the water just enough to generate quiet ripples that shimmered under the moonlight. Doctor Otto Octavius sat at the water's edge, still wearing his sunglasses, gazing through blackness into the dark water that seemed to absorb the night in its stillness. His tentacles hung limp on the dock, complacent in their somnolent state .A few blocks away, a police siren blared as it raced through the streets, disturbing the silence and rousing the doctor from his thoughts. As he looked over his shoulder, he noticed a figure, hunched forward, approaching with heavy, crunching steps. Lowering his glasses from the bridge of his nose, Doc Ock made out the man - if indeed it was a man - a twisted scowl playing across his face.

"Cape Canaveral," the stranger demanded in a rasping voice. "Where is it?"

"Florida," Doc Ock replied warily. He began to rise to his feet when the man bounded forward in a few angry steps and grabbed him by his throat.

"Do not jest with me, fool," he sneered, letting fly specks of saliva into Doc Ock's face, inches from his own. "In what direction?"

The sudden assault, combined with the bizarre inquiry, had woken Doc Ock's anger. One of his tentacles shot forward and slammed into his assailant's chest, knocking him back a few steps and forcing him to release the doctor. Doc Ock landed hard on his feet and rose himself higher on two tentacles, above his attacker's head. "You're a bit too late for that, my friend," he chuckled. "Forty years too late - Boris the Animal."

"It's just Boris!"

El Alamein (talk) 19:28, May 29, 2013 (UTC)

Battle
Please consider voting on my battle: User blog:Ethandabomb/Diego de Almagro vs. Paul Revere. Thanks! Ethandabomb (talk) 14:46, June 8, 2013 (UTC)

Boris vs. Doc Ock
Hey las,

I have a battle that needs to be deleted

This needs to be deleted

Could you please delete it, due to it being reserved already?

Urbancommando77 (talk) 01:23, June 24, 2013 (UTC)

Super-Powered War Part 2 Entry
Hi Las,

It appears you are lacking a leader nomination for your X-factors entry for the Super-Powered War Part 2, please ensure this gets added as soon as possible!

-Redkite (talk) 10:40, June 29, 2013 (UTC)

Achilles vs. Beowulf Part 1
<p class="MsoNoSpacing">''<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Sing, O Muses, of the wrath of Achilles… ''

<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:center">'''<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">I '''

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Indomitable he woke, and fresh in rage, Achilles in his prime.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The walls of Troy were wan and dry, and death echoed from within.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Apollo’s glint shone from his noble head and glimmered in his eye,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His heavy step all but shook the earth

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His grip all but stilled the wind

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And his growl but calmed the waves.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles’ gaze swept the barren land, and glared through the dusty waves

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">That rolled and parched the throats of men who languished from within.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Onward, men!” the warlord roared, his blade held high in hand.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Slay these Trojan dogs and wipe their very presence from the land!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His Myrmidons were vicious, and eager to the teeth, armed up and down from head to toe

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With blade and spear and axe and bow.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The very land on which Troy stood quivered at his approach

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And the shouts of death intensified

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">As the Achaeans grew ever near.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The tall proud gates swung open, resistance stumbled out,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But the Myrmidons held firm.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Leave no foolish mortal standing!” His face was washed in red,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With blood and bone and guts and skin hanging from his sword.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His heart was black with anger, his eyes flashed scorching flame,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And he turned back Trojan soldiers who had not fallen to his blows.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles, born of war, let weapon slip and fall from hand, and

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With fist and knee brought punishment to the foes still within his grasp.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Tangible panic swept the ranks of the Trojans still in march

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Who turned and fled and left their slain

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Crumbled in the dust.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I am the beast of battle! No man has bested me yet! So come and bring your finest man to truly test my skill!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Even as the blood of others dripped from the champion’s chin,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He knew not that the foe he bade approached from the North.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">El Alamein (talk) 03:12, July 3, 2013 (UTC)

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">

Since my last battle (Bitterman vs Duke Nukem vs Doomguy vs The Ranger) is up and I said it is a lead-in to the Strogg Tournament, I was just wondering if you are still able to be available with regards to writing up the battles you said you could help me with: The Strogg Invasion of the Mojave Wasteland - Strogg vs NCR and Strogg vs Caesar's Legion? Don't worry about timing because I put those two battles at the end so as to give you time (if you are writing up other battles and stuff). If you are still able to help me, let me know and I'll send you the units and weapons of the Strogg to use. Thanks :)

BattleGames1 (talk) 21:33, July 8, 2013 (UTC)

Beowulf vs. Achilles
Hi Las, here's the battle in its entirety. Please update it on the blog when you can.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing">''<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Sing, O Muses, of the wrath of Achilles… ''

<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:center">'''<span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">I '''

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Indomitable he woke, and fresh in rage, Achilles in his prime.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The walls of Troy were wan and dry, and death echoed from within.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Apollo’s glint shone from his noble head and glimmered in his eye,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His heavy step all but shook the earth

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His grip all but stilled the wind

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And his growl but calmed the sea.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles’ gaze swept the barren land, and glared through the dusty waves

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">That rolled and parched the throats of men who languished from within.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Onward, men!” the warlord roared, his blade held high in hand.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Slay these Trojan dogs and wipe their very presence from the land!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His Myrmidons were vicious, and eager to the teeth, armed up and down from head to toe

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With blade and spear and axe and bow.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The very land on which Troy stood quivered at his approach

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And the shouts of death intensified

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">As the Achaeans grew ever near.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The tall proud gates swung open, resistance stumbled out,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But the Myrmidons held firm.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Leave no foolish mortal standing!” His face was washed in red,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With blood and bone and guts and skin hanging from his sword.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His heart was black with anger, his eyes flashed scorching flame,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And he turned back Trojan soldiers who had not fallen to his blows.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles, born of war, let weapon slip and fall from hand, and

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With fist and knee brought punishment to the foes still within his grasp.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Tangible panic swept the ranks of the Trojans still in march

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Who turned and fled and left their slain

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Crumbled in the dust.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I am the beast of battle! No man has bested me yet! So come and bring your finest man to truly test my skill!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Even as the blood of others dripped from the champion’s chin,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He knew not that the foe he bade approached from the North.

<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">II <span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The son of Ecgþeow, the king’s own man,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";color:black;background:white">Beowulf, he was, strength ripe in arm,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif";color:black;background:white">And alert and heightened of mind.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The devilspawn of the Danes was dead, the fiend, the horror,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Grendel, and his mother lay rotting too.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Hrunting high in hand, through the misty morn,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The warrior-prince strode bravely forward in search of his ruthless adversary.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The bane of man they said he was, a thousand men killed at his foot, the bones

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Piling high in an altar of war.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His name was spoken in whispers, the sound brought fear to man, yet Beowulf roared to the sky

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Achilles! The great! Your hour is near! Sharpen your weapon, but tremble in dread! For your equal has come!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His calm, cool stride matched not his ire

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Or the quiver in his lip as his nostrils flared and he silently steeled his nerve.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The back-bent boughs of the wispy trees swayed slowly in the wind

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But that was all to be heard save for Beowulf’s step in the boggy marsh.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Guided by God in mind and heart

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He endured no qualms that his righteous journey was doomed to peril,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">That it would be him to fall.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The ring-mail held through the dense, low shrubs where brambles skulked within

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And his tough leather pants kept right at bay the gnats and flies

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">That sought to dine upon his flesh.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Well-armed and -armored the valiant warrior stood,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">A proud and noble disposition hanging on his face

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But deep within his mind ran fast to prepare himself for what lay ahead.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">So quietly, and to himself, Beowulf made his final heartfelt prayer:

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Oh Lord, keep my mind firm and my arm stiff as I seek to end the war in South,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">For there is much suffering there.”

<p align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align:center"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family: "TimesNewRoman","serif"">III <span style="font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The road to Troy was cracked, torn dust

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Once paved, now derelict. Yet Beowulf treaded with watchful eyes for the man he hunted, Ready for any form of attack.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The morning sun shone with a bright orange glaze, and sparkled in the air

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Over the warrior’s head as he squinted through the rolling waves of heat.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Oh, Achilles, you god of war! Cause of a thousand deaths! Your butchery stops here and now!

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Step out and face me, hand-to-hand! Test your muscle, might, and speed!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles sat in the dirt but looked with rapid rage

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">At the challenge unmistakably roared.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">So he dove to his chariot and gripped the reins with an iron determination in hand.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“You Myrmidons! Beasts of battle! Fight strongly for your champion!

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">For when I return, I will have satisfied my yearn to prove myself unbeatable!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">A thousand cheers bid him goodbye, the vicious sacker of Troy,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And the chariot bounded up and down on the broken path below.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Mysterious rival! I have heard your call! Your death is on the way!

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">So quick, prepare, lest I arrive, with sword in hand, and catch you unaware!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The Greek’s reply hit no deaf ears, and Beowulf, courage in heart,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Made fast his run towards the source of sound from whence Achilles’ boast came.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">An arrow nocked to his bowstring quivered as he peered into the sun.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The rumbling chariot stopped as its rider spotted foe

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And hefted spear up high in hand.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The arrow flew true through the air but fell far of its mark.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With a hate-fueled thrust burning in anger,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The spearhead plunged into Beowulf’s thigh.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Raw, vicious pain surged through his mind and bit into his leg

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But Beowulf snapped the shaft in half

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">With a downward strike from his palm.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The curse of Troy stood stone in shock, for his spear was bested by none,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And Hrunting slashed across his jaw and drew the champion’s blood.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles’ teeth shone white with fury, arm swinging shield round

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">To slam edge-first into Beowulf, throwing him to the dirt.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His arm curled up and twitched in pain

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But Beowulf righted himself and resumed the attack.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Blade clashed on shield, striking sparks, and shaking the ground below.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles pushed for every inch but his mortal foe held firm

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And rained hard blows that rang the bronze but failed to punch straight through.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">In a burst of furious strength, Achilles beat Beowulf down

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And leaped upon him, shortsword drawn, slashing at his throat.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The wound was grave, blood bubbled deep, but Beowulf choked through

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And grabbed Achilles’ feathered helm and crashed it against his fist.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Ears ringing hard, the Greek fell back and the Dane stumbled to his feet

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Dragging his foe as he stumbled again, claws dug into his shoulders.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles roared in pain as Beowulf raked his nails through his flesh

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">But he brought his knuckles to the warrior’s nose

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And his foot up to his chest.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“What a testament to my glory and strength! That I’ll have beaten a man like you!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“You boast too soon, Son of Peleus! This battle’s mine to win! I’ll take you head and hold it high!

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">You’ll pay yet for your sins!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">So Beowulf wiped blood from his mouth and threw sword to the ground.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles, laughing, mocked his foe but followed suit.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“Hand to hand? You daring fool! But that’s my gift of war!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He grappled high to meet his foe’s hands, but the smirk melted from his face.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His rage dissipated in an instant

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His strength was outmatched.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Beowulf roared and pushed down hard,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Achilles’ arms cracked and bent.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The Greek stumbled back, hit the ground, his elbows worn, and broke.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“I am God-driven vengeance! And you’ll pay for all, here and now!”

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Hrunting flashed, but Achilles was strong, and his armor snapped the blade.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">The iron shattered, piece by piece, but shards blanketed the broken man,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">His face flecked with scarlet, blinded and crippled,

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Plagued with all-consuming pain.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">Beowulf’s arms clutched Achilles’ neck and squeezed firm and full of grit

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">And with a snap and an angry shove

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">He had vanquished the Trojan Menace.

<p class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"TimesNewRoman","serif"">“You see? All men must pay for time that they have stolen from the weak!

<span style="font-family:'TimesNewRoman',serif;font-size:10pt;">This corpse is now an empty shell! The legend is no more!”

EXPERT'S OPINION, DARN IT!
Beowulf emerged the victor in this battle largely thanks to his immensely greater strength. While Achilles may have had more experience fighting other human foes in the Trojan War, Beowulf was far more prepared for superhuman combat thanks to his struggles with Grendel and his mother. Achilles' battle-fueled rage did temporarily boost his strength, but his arrogance and poor tactical skills betrayed him, allowing Beowulf's raw muscle to gain the upper hand, giving him the win.

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Here ya go Lassy. Cfp3157 (talk) 12:50, December 15, 2013 (UTC)