Omegastar
fear the {CENSORED}.
....who?I'll admit, it wasn't very obvious and I'd actually meant to quote it almost directly, but c'est la vie.
The answer is...Mongul!
Updatin'.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
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Traps Supes with Black Mercy in DCAU. Fucking brutal.
vs. Lesser Amygdala: MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA
Alright. Situational awareness and mobility. You're usually happy to trade punches, but considering this one has a few more fists than you and they're all as big around as you are tall, attrition doesn't seem like the best plan. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. But, like, a bee that doesn't die after stabbing it once.
Wasp. The word you're looking for is wasp. Or maybe horneshitincoming.
Said massive fists begin raining down around you, two or three at a time. It's impressively fast for its size, but the punches still have to travel far enough that you're gone by the time they land. The confined space may play to its advantage at range, but it also means you don't have much ground to cover before you're below it. It meets your penetration steps with a vicious headbutt that lands close enough to nearly knock you over despite a lack of direct contact.
This thing is trying to beat you to death with its one obvious weak spot. That's dedication.
You don't get a chance to swing before it's reared up once more, looking for an angle to fire off more punches. By the time it's in position, you're under its tail and swinging your new sword at its leg. The blade bites deep, but you don't get the separation you were hoping for.
Its upper body slams back down, propped up by its myriad arms. The earth rumbles as it backpedals, attempting to pull its way back up the chapel in reverse. You take the opportunity to remove one hand at the wrist and are going for another when it clocks you with the stump. You stagger back, head ringing, and dive just out of the way of a couple more opportunistic slams.
Half of its great body is on the wall by the time you stop seeing three of it. As the head moves past, you take a wide swing, unused to a two-handed weapon and compensating for your technical deficiencies with enthusiasm. Three hands pop up to intercept it and you only manage to punch through one and a half before it wrenches the sword from your hand and tosses it towards the upward stairway, where it beans a fleeing tall man with an audible thud.
With your weapon lost, you turn to your other ones: the power of the LORD and your shit-ton of stabbing implements. It attempts to cover its retreat with punches and palm strikes from its remaining limbs, but your furious volley of bayonets forces it to use said limbs to defend its "face."
"Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio..." you say as you push your protesting arms forward again and again. A dead language for a soon-to-be-dead piece of shit. "...cóntra nequítiam et insídias diáboli ésto præsídium." QUIET.
You don't stop. This thing has to die right here, right now.
"Ímperet ílli Déus, súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos, qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde." QUIET.
You're starting to slow, your unending broadside and constant movement to avoid retaliatory strikes pushing your endurance to the limit. The thing is getting pincushioned, blades running from wrist to shoulder on multiple limbs, but you've yet to land clean to the face and it's nearly to the top. With a grunt, you fire off a wide line of blades, which it intercepts with two splayed hands. I AM YOUR ONLY GOD.
It moves to pull its hands apart, but seems perplexed when it can't. You're pretty sure the eyes literally bulge out when it sees the chain and explosives tying them together.
"Amen."
It thrusts the hands forward right as they detonate, taking both arms off at the elbow. It screams again, louder than before, but you can withstand it this time. Maybe you're getting used to it.
Or maybe your eardrums burst after the first one. Both seem plausible.
When the smoke clears, the bone lattice of its head is visibly damaged. It's down to half of its limbs in full working order, but it's also nearly at the roof of the chapel, well out of melee range. Its head begins to twitch and jerk and bulge. Maybe it's going to explode out of frustration? You really hope it's going to explode out of frustration.
[] Write in...
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CURRENT STATUSES:
Anderson: Extreme fatigue, mostly deafened
Lesser Amygdala: Four hands (of eight) removed, one damaged by sword
Wasp. The word you're looking for is wasp. Or maybe horneshitincoming.
Said massive fists begin raining down around you, two or three at a time. It's impressively fast for its size, but the punches still have to travel far enough that you're gone by the time they land. The confined space may play to its advantage at range, but it also means you don't have much ground to cover before you're below it. It meets your penetration steps with a vicious headbutt that lands close enough to nearly knock you over despite a lack of direct contact.
This thing is trying to beat you to death with its one obvious weak spot. That's dedication.
You don't get a chance to swing before it's reared up once more, looking for an angle to fire off more punches. By the time it's in position, you're under its tail and swinging your new sword at its leg. The blade bites deep, but you don't get the separation you were hoping for.
Its upper body slams back down, propped up by its myriad arms. The earth rumbles as it backpedals, attempting to pull its way back up the chapel in reverse. You take the opportunity to remove one hand at the wrist and are going for another when it clocks you with the stump. You stagger back, head ringing, and dive just out of the way of a couple more opportunistic slams.
Half of its great body is on the wall by the time you stop seeing three of it. As the head moves past, you take a wide swing, unused to a two-handed weapon and compensating for your technical deficiencies with enthusiasm. Three hands pop up to intercept it and you only manage to punch through one and a half before it wrenches the sword from your hand and tosses it towards the upward stairway, where it beans a fleeing tall man with an audible thud.
With your weapon lost, you turn to your other ones: the power of the LORD and your shit-ton of stabbing implements. It attempts to cover its retreat with punches and palm strikes from its remaining limbs, but your furious volley of bayonets forces it to use said limbs to defend its "face."
"Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio..." you say as you push your protesting arms forward again and again. A dead language for a soon-to-be-dead piece of shit. "...cóntra nequítiam et insídias diáboli ésto præsídium." QUIET.
You don't stop. This thing has to die right here, right now.
"Ímperet ílli Déus, súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos, qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde." QUIET.
You're starting to slow, your unending broadside and constant movement to avoid retaliatory strikes pushing your endurance to the limit. The thing is getting pincushioned, blades running from wrist to shoulder on multiple limbs, but you've yet to land clean to the face and it's nearly to the top. With a grunt, you fire off a wide line of blades, which it intercepts with two splayed hands. I AM YOUR ONLY GOD.
It moves to pull its hands apart, but seems perplexed when it can't. You're pretty sure the eyes literally bulge out when it sees the chain and explosives tying them together.
"Amen."
It thrusts the hands forward right as they detonate, taking both arms off at the elbow. It screams again, louder than before, but you can withstand it this time. Maybe you're getting used to it.
Or maybe your eardrums burst after the first one. Both seem plausible.
When the smoke clears, the bone lattice of its head is visibly damaged. It's down to half of its limbs in full working order, but it's also nearly at the roof of the chapel, well out of melee range. Its head begins to twitch and jerk and bulge. Maybe it's going to explode out of frustration? You really hope it's going to explode out of frustration.
[] Write in...
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CURRENT STATUSES:
Anderson: Extreme fatigue, mostly deafened
Lesser Amygdala: Four hands (of eight) removed, one damaged by sword
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Da Boyz
The Cutest Apocalypse.
Well at least we've confirmed that our prayers will piss it off.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
It's firin its lazorrrrrr
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Nanimani
Probably listening to music
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This fucker's dying.
- Location
- A Place Miserably Bereft of Cats
Oh shit it's going for the laser.
[x] Evasive maneuvers!
[x] Throw explosives at that huge, bulging noggin and its damaged arm!
[x] Keep praying, and give yourself some room to recover your stamina. Maybe try to retrieve the sword.
If anyone has a decent prayer here, bring it. I'm thinking Our Father.
Also a word of warning: Amygdala can heal its wounds, but I don't think it can easily regenerate a limb, so if we want to take out that arm, we gotta do it fast.
[x] Evasive maneuvers!
[x] Throw explosives at that huge, bulging noggin and its damaged arm!
[x] Keep praying, and give yourself some room to recover your stamina. Maybe try to retrieve the sword.
If anyone has a decent prayer here, bring it. I'm thinking Our Father.
Also a word of warning: Amygdala can heal its wounds, but I don't think it can easily regenerate a limb, so if we want to take out that arm, we gotta do it fast.
Have we tried reciting the Lord's Prayer yet while attacking?
No time to multitask, then
Xomniac
Clockwork Purveyor of Prose and Originality
It also said "I AM YOUR ONLY GOD", so yeah, it might be a little ticked, and yeah, it's lazer time.
So, a few options here. First, DODGE. The note about extreme fatigue is a pretty clear indicator this is unlikely to work.
Second, Bible Teleport. I don't have a really clear idea how long this takes to "cast", whether it'd be viable in the second or so it takes to charge. Using defensive wards as cover would be a tactic to keep in mind for the future, but they've been shown to take several lines of prayer, probably too long to use in combat.
Second, Bible Teleport. I don't have a really clear idea how long this takes to "cast", whether it'd be viable in the second or so it takes to charge. Using defensive wards as cover would be a tactic to keep in mind for the future, but they've been shown to take several lines of prayer, probably too long to use in combat.
...it's sitting on top of the Chapel.
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John At Dawn
I'm here, get over it.
- Location
- 35-Feet Above Sea Level
Wow it really wants to die.
- Location
- Postcard from the Root
I AM YOUR ONLY GOD.
I expect Anderson to violently object to this.
I expect Anderson to violently object to this.
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
[] You're tired, you're hurt, but guess what? The fucker's even worse off than you are. No matter what, you can't allow this blasphemous being sully God's creation any longer. Time to kill that Demon.
-[] Whatever that thing is doing, you don't want it to let it finish. Turn that thing into a pincushion. Possibly an explosive one.
Seeing as our Prayers are pissing it off and seriously hurting it, I think it's a good idea to keep praying.
I think the Creed would be appropriate here, but I'm not sure which one.
Apostle's, Nicene, or some other?
-[] Whatever that thing is doing, you don't want it to let it finish. Turn that thing into a pincushion. Possibly an explosive one.
Seeing as our Prayers are pissing it off and seriously hurting it, I think it's a good idea to keep praying.
I think the Creed would be appropriate here, but I'm not sure which one.
Apostle's, Nicene, or some other?
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Have we done the Lord's Prayer yet, that's always a fun one.
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
Can we teleport to the top of the chapel?
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
I don't think we did, but the Creed would really piss Amygdala off, seeing as it just screamed that he is our only God.
It's just so... appropriate for us to answer with an affirmation of faith in the One True God, Creator of Heaven and Earth.
Bladestar123
Happy
- Location
- Man, wherever
Man, I don't even know how this thing is gonna die, only that it really needs to.
By the way, you'd think Eileen would have noticed us [carving up this interstellar bitch]/[flailing wildly at thin air while chaining explosions in the chapels direction].
By the way, you'd think Eileen would have noticed us [carving up this interstellar bitch]/[flailing wildly at thin air while chaining explosions in the chapels direction].
Now I'm just picturing Anderson singing O Fortuna while fighting the beast.
DEUS VULT
DEUS VULT
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
She might have heard the explosions just now, but if she is inside the tower of the Church's Workshop then she wouldn't see much. Especially if she stumbled upon the Old Workshop.
Strunkriidiisk
THE LEGEND
- Location
- Canada
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] You're tired, you're hurt, but guess what? The fucker's even worse off than you are. No matter what, you can't allow this blasphemous being sully God's creation any longer. Time to kill that Demon.
-[X] Whatever that thing is doing, you don't want it to let it finish. Turn that thing into a pincushion. Possibly an explosive one.
--[X] "Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae, et in Iesum Christum, Filium Eius unicum, Dominum nostrum, qui conceptus est de Spiritu Sancto, natus ex Maria Virgine, passus sub Pontio Pilato, crucifixus, mortuus, et sepultus, descendit ad inferos, tertia die resurrexit a mortuis, ascendit ad caelos, sedet ad dexteram Patris omnipotentis, inde venturus est iudicare vivos et mortuos. Credo in Spiritum Sanctum, sanctam Ecclesiam catholicam, sanctorum communionem, remissionem peccatorum, carnis resurrectionem, vitam aeternam. Amen!"
-[X] Whatever that thing is doing, you don't want it to let it finish. Turn that thing into a pincushion. Possibly an explosive one.
--[X] "Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae, et in Iesum Christum, Filium Eius unicum, Dominum nostrum, qui conceptus est de Spiritu Sancto, natus ex Maria Virgine, passus sub Pontio Pilato, crucifixus, mortuus, et sepultus, descendit ad inferos, tertia die resurrexit a mortuis, ascendit ad caelos, sedet ad dexteram Patris omnipotentis, inde venturus est iudicare vivos et mortuos. Credo in Spiritum Sanctum, sanctam Ecclesiam catholicam, sanctorum communionem, remissionem peccatorum, carnis resurrectionem, vitam aeternam. Amen!"
Highwind
To Rise From The Ashes
- Location
- Brazil
We're going with the Apostle's Creed then?
All Right. Let's do this.
[X] You're tired, you're hurt, but guess what? The fucker's even worse off than you are. No matter what, you can't allow this blasphemous being sully God's creation any longer. Time to kill that Demon.
-[X] Whatever that thing is doing, you don't want it to let it finish. Turn that thing into a pincushion.Possibly an explosive one.
--[X] "Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae, et in Iesum Christum, Filium Eius unicum, Dominum nostrum, qui conceptus est de Spiritu Sancto, natus ex Maria Virgine, passus sub Pontio Pilato, crucifixus, mortuus, et sepultus, descendit ad inferos, tertia die resurrexit a mortuis, ascendit adcaelos, sedet ad dexteram Patris omnipotentis, inde venturus est iudicare vivos et mortuos. Credo in Spiritum Sanctum, sanctam Ecclesiam catholicam, sanctorum communionem, remissionem peccatorum, carnis resurrectionem, vitam aeternam. Amen!"
All Right. Let's do this.
[X] You're tired, you're hurt, but guess what? The fucker's even worse off than you are. No matter what, you can't allow this blasphemous being sully God's creation any longer. Time to kill that Demon.
-[X] Whatever that thing is doing, you don't want it to let it finish. Turn that thing into a pincushion.Possibly an explosive one.
--[X] "Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae, et in Iesum Christum, Filium Eius unicum, Dominum nostrum, qui conceptus est de Spiritu Sancto, natus ex Maria Virgine, passus sub Pontio Pilato, crucifixus, mortuus, et sepultus, descendit ad inferos, tertia die resurrexit a mortuis, ascendit adcaelos, sedet ad dexteram Patris omnipotentis, inde venturus est iudicare vivos et mortuos. Credo in Spiritum Sanctum, sanctam Ecclesiam catholicam, sanctorum communionem, remissionem peccatorum, carnis resurrectionem, vitam aeternam. Amen!"