My first non-DHRI 1-v-1 since 2019.
My first non-DHRI, non-meme 1-v-1 since 2017.
And I'm using it to troll Laq.
Nighmare At Home[]
| “ | No. I’m part of her very being! I could never betray her! No matter what might happen... Ranni... She needs me...
— Blaidd
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Blaidd is the shadow of Ranni the Witch, a being created to both be her loyal retainer and keep her in line should she decide to rebel against the Greater Will. He served her for years, growing close enough to be like siblings. He assisted Ranni in the Night of the Black Knives, where she orchestrated the death of her body and survival of her soul. He continues to serve loyally alongside her war counciler, Iji, and the mage Selvius.
Eventually, a Tarnished warrior enters her service, and Blaidd teams up with them to find the lost city of Nokron. In doing so, they are forced to confront and kill Starscourge Radhan, Ranni's biological brother who was using gravity magic to hold back the stars. After fighting and killing the shell he had become, Iji then imprisoned Blaidd in an Evergaol. He eventually breaks free, either on his own or aided by his Tarnished companion, and tries to return to Ranni's service.
As he does, the Greater Will drives him mad, trying to force him to attack his liege. He manages to retain some small shreds of his sanity, and instead defends her tower against anyone who approaches. The Tarnished is forced to kill him, putting him out of his misery.
| “ | In defiance of the fate he was born to, Blaidd swore to serve no master but Ranni. As proof. the sword was imbued with a cold magic at the moment oath was sworn.
— Item Description
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Blaidd uses the Royal Greatsword, a weapon bestowed upon him by Ranni. Presumably made of steel, it was also imbued with magic. Each swing hits the opponent with both physical and magical damage.
The "cold magic" referenced in the item description is its Ash of War, Wolf's Assault. When it is used, the sword is charged with cold magic, and Blaidd flips forward to plant it in the ground. He then pulls it out, creating another explosion of cold magic. The blade then returns to normal. Both strikes of this Ash of War build up Frostbite. When enough Frostbite is built up, it inflicts ten percent of the target's HP and increases all damage taken by 20% for 30 seconds. Once built up, it must wear off over time before it can build up and be applied again.
| “ | The pelt serves as a cape, protecting from cold.
Blaidd was the blade of Ranni, but the cold bothered him anyway.
— Item Description
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| “ | The way ahead is pleasingly simple. We fight, sword and fang.
— Blaidd
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A couple videos of his boss fight:
Guts At Home[]
| “ | Step aside. I've sinned enough already.
— Siegfried Schtauffen
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Siegfried Schtauffen's father, Frederick, embarked on a foreign crusade and while returning was unintentionally killed by Siegfried, who lead a band of thieves calling themselves "Schwarzwind". Siegfried grew in despair and eventually convinced himself that anyone but he was to blame for his father's death. Siegfried had heard rumors of the invincible Soul Edge, and came to believe his father's killer could only be killed with it.
After many battles, he finally managed to come across Soul Edge, which was lying beside the corpse of Cervantes de Leon. Siegfried defeated the sword's avatar, earning the right to wield Soul Edge himself. Soul Edge arranged a deal between them: Siegfried would help the blade to restore itself by gathering souls, and Soul Edge would resurrect his father Frederick. Siegfried succumbed to the sword's power, transforming into the Azure Knight, Nightmare.
He would rampage as Nightmare for a while, until facing off against Kilik and Xianghua. They entered Astral Chaos and defeated Inferno, the spirit of Soul Edge, and freed him from its control. He traveled the world, seeking to atone for his crimes, until the Cursed Sword regained its power. It, having turned yandere for Siegfried, takes over his mind again, creating manifestations to trap him mentally in Astral Chaos. Siegfried, however, bides his time until he can break free from its influence. He is able to resurface briefly to interfere with the blade's plans.
| “ | Siegfried’s blade was named Requiem as a symbol of his regret over his deeds as Nightmare. He fights to atone for the lives he took, and to fully free himself from the cursed sword’s grasp.
— The Dead Soulcalibur Twitter
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| “ | I do not desire... a false salvation.
— Siegfried Schtauffen
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| “ | I'd hoped I wouldn't have to rely on this strength...
— Siegfried Schtauffen
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| “ | My hand!
— Siegfried Schtauffen
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A couple videos of Linkorz, who is/was the top Siegfried player
Voting[]
The warriors will be pulled from the following timelines:
- Blaidd: Just prior to meeting the Tarnished in Limgrave
- Siegfried: During the events of SoulCalibur VI, prior to being consumed by Nightmare again.
- Please have at least couple paragraphs as to who you think will win and why
- Edges will naturally make it this long and are easier to read
- Evaluating the warriors used based on a different canon or different point in their timeline as given will invalidate a vote
- I have the final say on whether or not a vote counts
- Contact me via Discord if you think I made a mistake with vote counts
- Only votes on this blog will count.
- Rebuttals can reduce a vote by a half point or more.
- Counter-arguments can restore the vote to full
- Rebuttals will not be accepted less than 48 hours before the global close of voting, save for the following:
- Should a vote be made less than 48 hours before the global close of voting, rebuttals will be accepted up to 48 hours after the close of voting, and the voter waives the right to defend their vote to restore it.
- Laq's vote may be rebutted up to 48 hours after the close of voting.
- ago) unless you're Laq.
- ago) for Laq.
Battle[]
The Azure Knight swings his sword on a hilltop, cleaving through a score of men in one blow. He growls and flexes his right hand, twisted from its former shape into a massive claw with three digits. These peons were hardly enough to whet his appetite, let alone satisfy his hunger. The creaking of boots interrupts his brooding, and he turns to face a new challenger.
The man, one eye closed, wears black armor covered by a cloak. He takes an impassive look around him before unlimbering the mass on his back. It was a sword, though to call it that would make a mockery of the term. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough, it could more accurately be called a heap of raw iron. The man remains impassive as he takes a stance, pointing the metallic lump directly at his foe.
Nightmare chortles, the massive blade in his own hand singing in his mind. The thrill of a fierce battle already hums inside him, the violent bloodlust quickening his pulse. He takes a stance, ready to face a worthy foe at last, when he hears the sound of a twig breaking.
Siegfried’s eyes burst open, gasping as the vivid dream fades from memory. He glances at his own sword, Requiem, which while not a twin of the blade the mysterious man held was very similar. He calms down quickly, feeling a sense of security that the events of his dream were but that: a vision which would never come true.
He stills his thoughts, noticing something off. He could hear the dying stream far behind him, which wasn’t unusual for an abandoned clearing in the woods. What was strange was that there were no other sounds, not even the rustling of animals. He hears the soft thud of metal on earth and grabs his blade. Someone was out there; whether a traveler at night or a vengeful victim of Nightmare’s was left to see.
“Hail, traveler,” a voice comes from the night, as a massive man melts out of the shadowed trees, “I am newly come to this land, and quite lost.”
Siegfried hisses and readies Requiem as the man’s shape becomes clearer, revealing his head to be that of a wolf. Neither a traveler nor a vengeful shade, then, but a Malfested. The twisted remains of a man exposed to Soul Edge’s energies.
“Oi, I know not what I did to provoke your ire, but…”
“Enough, Malfested,” Siegfried says, “Yet another of my sins. Be still, and I can give you a quick rest.”
“I’d think attacking a traveler is a greater sin,” Blaidd says, drawing his own blade, “But I know not about your customs.”
Siegfried ignores the plea for reason and charges in, his sword trailing behind him. He leaps, aiming a great overhand chop at his foe. Blaidd leaps to the side, bouncing off a tree and slicing through the air. Siegfried stays low, sweeping his sword up as the half-wolf passes over his head. His foe does an impossible twist in midair, landing on another tree. He jumps down, sword glowing white.
The German rolls out of the way as Blaidd slams his sword into the ground, only to get caught up in the blast as the concentrated cold magic explodes. He’s sent flying into the clearing, and barely manages to roll to his feet as he hears his foe snarling and running towards him. A wild swing forces Blaidd to crouch, the half-wolf stabbing forward as he rises. Siegfried sidesteps the blow, lashing out with his foot to regain his balance. His eyes widen as he loses sight of his foe, switching to Chief Hold as fast as possible.
This saves his life, the steel of Requiem blocking the Royal Greatsword as it slams into his back. He turns into Base Hold, blocking a low slash, and braces his hand on his sword as he charges forward, the massive chunk of steel ramming into Blaidd and knocking him back. The half-wolf parries his foe’s next blow, only to be sent reeling with a pommel strike. Siegfried finds his next blow blocked again, and ducks under the riposte as he drops his sword.
He grabs his foe by the ankles, throwing him overhead. Blaidd yelps in surprise as he flips through the air, but lands on his feet as Siegfried kicks his sword back up. He sprints in again, his thirst for battle unslaked, only to be pushed out again as Siegfried activates Soul Charge. He lands on his feet, leaping back as hie foe parts the ground with a jumping slash.
A series of pokes and slashes drive him back on the defensive, pushing him out the other side of the clearing and behind his foe’s tent. He bounces between the slightly closer trees, dodging a blow that slices through several. He lands on the ground and charges forward, weaving around another swing from Siegfried and stabbing backwards with his sword as he passes. He grins as he hears the rending of steel, only for the smile to fall as he turns. The cut was shallow, but his foe was now glowing with an eerie blue light.
He charges in, this time leaping to get behind his foe, but the blue light bursts around Siegfried, sending Blaidd flying back and crashing onto a wooden bridge. The sound of a dying stream trickles below as he rolls to his feet, parrying another stab from Siegfried. He ducks under yet another stab, only for Siegfried to slam his sword down and to the side. Blaidd jumps over the steel, and Siegfried brings the flat of his sword up and tilts it, sending the half-wolf off the side of the bridge.
Blaidd charges his sword with cold magic as he falls the few feet to the dry riverbed, unleashing it in an explosion that shatters the bridge’s supports. It collapses, sending Siegfried down and onto the raised Royal Greatsword, impaling him. Blaidd slides the dead man off his sword before throwing his head back and howling in victory, releasing the thrill of the fight in a cacophony of bestial noise. He breathes out, having calmed himself, and climbs out of the riverbed. The hostile traveler may yet have had some useful items in his tent.