I chose to do this battle due to the similarities of these two characters. Both Guts and Conan represent a mixture of superhuman strength and an undying will to both fight and survive. Both men were brought up rough, in some of the worst conditions a person could go through and coming out alive on the other side. Both have faced near death situations against supernatural creatures and both are been fighting for most of their lives. So here is Guts vs Conan, the survivors.
Disclaimer[]
I will be specifically using Guts from the Golden ages arc, specifically from when he returned to the band of the Hawk, solely because for Balance reasons. While Conan is tough, he doesn't have anything which can compete with Dragonslayer and none of his lesser equipment can hold a candle to Guts' other equipment like the repeater crossbow and arm Cannon. With Guts just having his Golden ages kit and sword, the fight is much more fail and much less tilted against Conan.
I'm also using Conan from the original Robert E. Howard short stories, as this is the only form which I am familiar with who could stand a chance at winning (sorry Arnie). In terms of kits and feats, I will mostly be basing him off of is appearances in Beyond the Black river, the Tower of the elephant, and the pool of the black one.
Guts[]
Birthed from the entrails the hanging corpse of an unidentified woman, the boy later named Guts would be found by a passing band of Mercenaries and mothered by the camps whore and fathered by the band leader. Growing up rough, Guts would be trained by his adoptive father Gambino from age 6 and would kill his first man on the battlefield at age 9. His childhood would be incredibly rough, being physically, emotionally and sexually abused by the other mercs in the band. He would eventually kill Gambino and self defense and would take to the road, working as a sword for hire. He would eventually catch the eye of the Mercenary leader Griffith, getting forced into joining his company known as the band of the Hawk. The band would become like a family to guts, helping him fully realize himself and open up. In his time, Guts would gain renown as the band became powerful. He would eventually decide to leave the band against Griffiths will to fully realize himself and find his own dream, though he would return to the Band a year later when the group tried to rescue Griffith and would be present for the eclipse not very long after, being 1 of its few survivors.
Weapons.[]
Greatsword: Guts' main weapon in battle for most of his career before the Eclipse. Being an extremely long, thick and razor sharp weapon which packed a serious punch. While the weapons length fluctuates depending on art pieces, it generally is around 5 feet long and weights well over 10 pounds. Despite its thickness, the sword still cut exceeding well with it, being able to hack through steel breastplates and bisect/decapitate armor warrior with ease.
Dagger: While not generally being used in combat, Guts tended to carrying a broad dagger on his belt during his time during the 100 year war. His knife seemed to be made from steel and was double edge, being a weapon or war and not a form of tool knife. It was a common dagger for the time in Midland, being able to be fatal in the hands of a skill warrior like guts.
Conan[]
Born in the snowy cap mountains, Conan was the offspring of a blacksmith part of a warrior tribe in the harsh land known as Cimmeria. Conan matured rapidly as a youth, due to the harsh environment and rigorous training, and became a well-respected warrior among his tribe at the tender age of 15. After raiding a rival civilization outpost with a group of his tribesman, Conan was enamored with a strange desire to explore the outer reaches of the Hyborian Age and quickly left his tribe to set off in his own adventures. The young warrior quickly gained a reputation as a skilled thief, a savage barbarian, a marauding pirate, and a fearless warrior-general throughout his travels; He faced a variety of threats ranging from immortal wizards to monstrous man-beast to the ferocious fire-breathing dragons that terrorized the land. In his later years, Conan became a well-respected king of a once tyrannical nation, but that only kept him at bay for so long before he yearned to adventure the outer lands once again. His name will be forever stamped as a legendary warrior of The Hyborian Era.
Weapons.[]
Broadsword: Being Conans primary weapon in battle, the Broadsword was often described or shown in book as being a short and one handed hacking weapon. Appearing to be similar to the migration period sword, the blade was roughly 3 feet long and double edged. Conan generally used to weapon to an incredible level, being able to hack through full human bodies and kill with very little difficultly.
Battle-axe: A simple but effective weapon, the battle-axe was itself Conans secondary weapon in time in the pictish lands. In combat, while he preferred to used the sword by itself, did at times use the axe in his offhand or as a throwing weapon in a pinch. The axe appeared to be roughly 2 feet long and was likely single edged. Being an axe, it packed a punch, being able to easily split skulls and cleave heads, at the expense of being less balanced and lively in hand.
X-factors.[]
Fitness[]
Being a borderline superhuman man, Guts on several occasions displayed a level of fitness well beyond any normal human. He was physically insanely strong, being able to swing around his gargantuan greatsword with enough force to hack through armor bodies and sunder weapons, doing so at times with only 1 hand. He was also incredibly resistant to damage and had inhuman stamina, with this being best shown in his slaughter of over 100 Knights by himself in a single night. He was also very quick of his feet and dexterous, being able to block crossbow bolts out of the air and contend with much more agile fighters like Griffith and Casca.
Being a man of the far north and insanely powerful, Conan was himself at a point of being beyond a normal human. He could move an incredibly physical speed and agility, being able to move quickly across the urban jungles of Zamora and the actual jungles of the Pictish lands. He was physical incredibly though and resistant to pain, being clawed and mauled by both Jhebbal Sag and Thak in his fights them them and surviving. Not only this, but he maintained a level of stamina going beyond any maintain human level, being able to run through the jungles of the pictishlands for hours on end before entering several marathon fights with both swamp demons and Picts. His strength was also incredibly high, being able to bludgeon men down with his bare hands, break bones with singular strikes, and cleave through unarmored targets with ease.
Experience[]
Being quite literally born on the battlefield, Guts started fighting at a young age, killing his first man at age 9. He would spend years fighting with the Gambino's, leaving them at age 13 and living as a free lancer before joining the hawk raiders at age 15. He would then spend the next 4 years working as one of Griffiths top commanders, often playing big parts in what many would consider to be unwinnable battles (like fighting 100 men single handedly, and taking what was considered to be impregnable forts). Through this entire time, Guts would be fighting and slaughter hordes of enemies, being proven as the most powerful member of the Hawks after his second fight with Griffith and also being seen as a savior to them when he first returned.
Being born to a warriors culture, Conan started fighting at a young age and would fight up until his rise to the throne of Aquilonia in his 30's. He would by age 15 be considered a warrior legend among the Cimmerian tribes, with him claiming to be a one of the men forced the Aquilonians out Cimmeria. He would not long after take to traveling the world, going as far as Zammoria by land and sacking the tower of the elephant, sailing the seas a pirate and finding unknown lands, battle the savage Picts in their own homeland while employed by the Aquilonians as an adult and eventually taking the Aquilonian throne itself and ascending as high king.
Armor[]
As of the golden age, Guts wore fairly solid armor. He wore a form of half helmet, a bracer of his left arm, a set of thigh guards, pauldrons and steel breastplate. This kept him fairly lightly armored, while not impeding his native levels of agility and mobility.
As of his times in the Pictish lands, Conan wore fairly solid amounts of Armor. He worn a solid iron helmet with bulls horns mounted on the front, along with a single short of black iron rings. This kept him protected enough from attacks, while allowing him to retain his levels of stealth and mobility.
Scenario[]
(Alter situation). Both will have been hired on to fight in a battle on opposing sides. On the field of battle, Conan will be holding down a narrow pass between some rocks while his allies flee, being able to completely slaughter pretty much all enemies who attacked him. This is until guts arrives comes forward.
Prologue[]
The brutal battle had been raging on for near 3 hours by the time the Aquilonian forces decided to flee. They effectively been outflanked by the warriors of Midland, their numbers having been crushed and lines shattered. While their attempts at resistance were valiant and brutal, the battle was clearly unwinnable, with most of their soldiers having been ordered to flee through the mountain passes from which they came.
It was during the time when the Captain leading Conans battalion would come to him. "Cimmerian!" the officer cried to him as the group ran. He knew that Conan was his best soldier, and he also knew that his chances of out running the platoon on their tail through the mountain passes would be impossible unless someone held the line for the rest. "Ai!" Conan called back. "I'll need you too hold the back line as the company flees". The Cimmerian Scoffed. "Do you really think I'd let myself die fighting an unwinnable battle" he said before spitting at the feet of his captain. Holding back his anger, the Captain held for a moment before speaking. "If you don't hold the line then we're all dead. And if you survive, when I'll double your pay until".
Conan knew he wasn't going to win this argument. "Ai. It is a good day to die" he bellowed before slowing his pace to take to the back of the group. After only a short while longer, the group had made it too the narrow pass, beginning to march in single file. The captain looked back at Conan, who'd taken up a position near is mount. "Your bravery will be remember son". But Conan Ignored him as he drew his sword and ax, taking up a defensive stand and preparing for combat as the line of Midland warriors lumbered towards him. "Ai" he thought, "This is a good day to die".
The Midland soldiers took less then a minute to arrive, the first eager warriors coming screaming towards him. The first three were all young men, not much past 18. "a shame" Conan though as he prepared himself for the attack. The man at the head of the trio, a scraggly red head, lunged forwards with his spear, attempting to pierce Conan through his midsection. Seeing this Coming, Conan redirected the blow with his blade, letting the boy close in before sinking the ax into skull. The second, angered at his comrades death swung at him with an hooked ax, causing Conan the duck the blow and lung forwards, burying the blade of his sword through the man throat. The third, panicked and in fear of the brute who just slayed his comrades tried to run, but fell after the beard of Conans ax caught him around the ankle. "No! Please" he cried as Conan stood over him. "I'm Sorr..." he got out before Conan cleft his head in half with a sword swing.
The remaining platoon members, stunned in fear at the savage skill of the Cimmerian stopped in their. The men stood in a circle around him, none having the heart or will to enter the strike zone. "Ha!" Conan laugh, "No poltroon here has the nerve to cross blade with me!". But as Conan taunted, a single figure came to the front of the circle. Guts, to his own disappointment, had only had minimal amounts of action during that days fights, being stationed in the rear guard. Now seeing a foe like this land so easily into his lap, he left like this luck had turned around. He stepped into the circle, drawing his massive greatsword from his back and flicking down his visor. "I'll take you" he grunted.
Sizing up his foe, Conan was impressed. "I know you boy" he spat. "You're the Hawk raider who killed 100 men". Guts didn't react physically, taking a short moment to speak. "You're the Cimmerian savage". Both men looked at each other for a moment, clutching their weapons. And after a short moment, staring and breathing, the two lunged towards each other.
Battle[]
TBC
Conclusion[]
TBC