I'm not 100% sure about this but weren't artificial vampires huge chumps compared to regular vampires? Integra kills one no problem and alucard talks mad shit about how bad that one brother is. Only the commanders seemed that threatening and even then Dandy man was the only one who seemed that effective, and he might have been a regular vampire as far as I know.
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
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Yes, but you're comparing them to 'normal' vapires, of which there were only two (i.e. Alucard and Police girl), so that's a very, very skewed comparison. It's like you're calling a 6'6" dude short because he's standing beside Yao Ming.
Remember that there were only 1000 of these guys, and they managed to burn London into the ground and eat nearly all of its 8 million population in a single night.
There were other normal vampires in the series. Like the priest Alucard "saved" Seras from and the lovebirds on a murder spree.
[X] Wait! You know this one.
-[X] Next time it knocks, say, "Who's there?"
Straighttalk: The artificial hunter doesn't sound like something that KNOCKS.
If this is the sort of monster that warrants a city-wide evacuation, odds are good that it kills any living thing on sight as reflexively as it breathes.
So, wouldn't the knocker instead be someone saying "Let me in from the terrible monster so I can have a door between it and me, because I'm perfectly willing to break my way in to at least enjoy strength in numbers"?
If this is the sort of monster that warrants a city-wide evacuation, odds are good that it kills any living thing on sight as reflexively as it breathes.
So, wouldn't the knocker instead be someone saying "Let me in from the terrible monster so I can have a door between it and me, because I'm perfectly willing to break my way in to at least enjoy strength in numbers"?
Sinsystems
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[X] Wait! You know this one.
-[X] Next time it knocks, say, "Who's there?"
-[X] Next time it knocks, say, "Who's there?"
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
Or it's the artificial hunter trying to break down the door.
In light of Sunder's quite reasonable objection, changing my vote.
[X] Wait! You know this one.
-[X] Next time it knocks, say, "Who's there?"
[X] Wait! You know this one.
-[X] Next time it knocks, say, "Who's there?"
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[X] Wait! You know this one.
-[X] Next time it knocks, say, "Who's there?"
-[X] Next time it knocks, say, "Who's there?"
Which is what the ward is for
Insurance in holy bugzapper form
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It stops thing from leaving by lighting them on holy fire.
Boss Battle: vs. Bloody Crow of Cainhurst
Alright, assess the situation. There is currently an unknown but decidedly pissed individual currently beating the piss out of the doors. Said doors are barred from the inside; you broke most of their locks during your charge, but Steffon managed to use the giants' axes and some other material to lash them back together. Judging by the reactions to the banging, they should be able to hold.
You could boot them off their hinges and squish the guy, but that would also leave the churchmen exposed if the guy has backup. Plus, you can't be certain he's even hostile.
Teleporting through the door runs into the same issue of unknown numbers. Could be an ambush waiting.
Johnathan and the other Hunter already have their weapons trained on the door, as does Djura. Steffon's filling the cannon with powder, Amelia's still praying, and Todd may or may not have wee'd himself. The sweat makes it kind of hard to tell.
As the blows graduate from knocking to banging to smashing, you plan furiously. You've been through more battles against more fucked-up things than most of this room put together. You killed Mothman with your teeth. After two more huge strikes splinter the axes, you decide to trust your instincts.
"Who's there?"
Instincts bad.
Thankfully, it seems that the knock-knock joke is foreign to Yharnam, judging by the lack of highly judgmental stares. Alternatively, they could all just be distracted by the katana that just cleaved through a solid stone door. Either way, you don't want to push your luck with "sword who?"
Todd and the churchmen pack themselves into a corner like rabbits, though the Church Hunters hold their ground. With a sound more graceful and less tectonic than you'd expect, a series of quick slices open a sizable hole in the stricken door, through which walks an unfamiliar figure. He(?) stretches up to nearly his full, modest height and rests his blade on his shoulder, maintaining an incongruously relaxed posture. His garb predominately resembles Eileen's, though his gauntlets and trousers are a sleek silver. A beautifully detailed but utterly featureless mask hides his appearance.
Such a shame. You love the look on their faces when they realize how fucked they are.
Djura and Steffon flank you, subtly lowering their stances in preparation. Though you can hear the creaking of old joints, you remind yourself that these are two men who have lived a very, very long time in a profession with very, very little room for error.
"I've got one cannonball left," Steffon hisses. "I can open a hole in the side of the Cathedral and ferry them out."
Before you can respond, a reedy voice interrupts.
"You kill that Great One?"
The intruder still hasn't taken his blade off his shoulder. Despite the fact that he's facing down three men who just tore through some of the best the Church has to offer and despite the fact that there is a giant dog monster behind you three, he's got the tone of voice of someone asking for the latest footie scores.
"For a certain definition o' 'Great,' yeah."
"They wouldn't let me try. Still, if I kill you, that means I'm stronger than it was, right?"
His grasp of the transitive property is a bit lacking, but there is supreme confidence in his words.
You've got yourself a fight.
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You could boot them off their hinges and squish the guy, but that would also leave the churchmen exposed if the guy has backup. Plus, you can't be certain he's even hostile.
Teleporting through the door runs into the same issue of unknown numbers. Could be an ambush waiting.
Johnathan and the other Hunter already have their weapons trained on the door, as does Djura. Steffon's filling the cannon with powder, Amelia's still praying, and Todd may or may not have wee'd himself. The sweat makes it kind of hard to tell.
As the blows graduate from knocking to banging to smashing, you plan furiously. You've been through more battles against more fucked-up things than most of this room put together. You killed Mothman with your teeth. After two more huge strikes splinter the axes, you decide to trust your instincts.
"Who's there?"
Instincts bad.
Thankfully, it seems that the knock-knock joke is foreign to Yharnam, judging by the lack of highly judgmental stares. Alternatively, they could all just be distracted by the katana that just cleaved through a solid stone door. Either way, you don't want to push your luck with "sword who?"
Todd and the churchmen pack themselves into a corner like rabbits, though the Church Hunters hold their ground. With a sound more graceful and less tectonic than you'd expect, a series of quick slices open a sizable hole in the stricken door, through which walks an unfamiliar figure. He(?) stretches up to nearly his full, modest height and rests his blade on his shoulder, maintaining an incongruously relaxed posture. His garb predominately resembles Eileen's, though his gauntlets and trousers are a sleek silver. A beautifully detailed but utterly featureless mask hides his appearance.
Such a shame. You love the look on their faces when they realize how fucked they are.
Djura and Steffon flank you, subtly lowering their stances in preparation. Though you can hear the creaking of old joints, you remind yourself that these are two men who have lived a very, very long time in a profession with very, very little room for error.
"I've got one cannonball left," Steffon hisses. "I can open a hole in the side of the Cathedral and ferry them out."
Before you can respond, a reedy voice interrupts.
"You kill that Great One?"
The intruder still hasn't taken his blade off his shoulder. Despite the fact that he's facing down three men who just tore through some of the best the Church has to offer and despite the fact that there is a giant dog monster behind you three, he's got the tone of voice of someone asking for the latest footie scores.
"For a certain definition o' 'Great,' yeah."
"They wouldn't let me try. Still, if I kill you, that means I'm stronger than it was, right?"
His grasp of the transitive property is a bit lacking, but there is supreme confidence in his words.
You've got yourself a fight.
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All's swell that ends well!
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Oh it was him.
Let's feed him to the crows later.
Let's feed him to the crows later.
So, from the perspective of a poor schmuck that can't afford a PS4... Can we, or can we not take on this guy?
As it is, he's more interested in taking us on, rather than getting through and dispatching the rest of the churchgoers.
As it is, he's more interested in taking us on, rather than getting through and dispatching the rest of the churchgoers.
Illusion
Behold the power of the Ultimate Idol!
All I know is that he is decisively stronger than Eileen.
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh shit
welp. I'm not at all sure whether the Crow is still able to be beaten in the way I beat him, buuut.
[x] Play keep-away. Dodge his ridiculous gun while getting quick hits whenever he swings wide.
[x] If his sword starts glowing, play keep-away even HARDER. Use thrown bayonets to hit him when possible.
-[x] Steffan and Djura keep the churchies safe, either by looking for an escape route or just keeping them away from the Crow.
So, from when I fought him, I used Ludwig's. This is not necessarily a good plan- the Crow does not stun easy. I also abused the fact that he will slowly die to his own Chikage if you let him. I ALSO took advantage of his counter-AI to lure him into using the gun, or swinging so I could get off a safe blunderbuss.
The Bloody Crow of Cainhurst is basically the hardest boss in the game, and he's probably not going to be an easy fight at all. So uh. Yeah.
welp. I'm not at all sure whether the Crow is still able to be beaten in the way I beat him, buuut.
[x] Play keep-away. Dodge his ridiculous gun while getting quick hits whenever he swings wide.
[x] If his sword starts glowing, play keep-away even HARDER. Use thrown bayonets to hit him when possible.
-[x] Steffan and Djura keep the churchies safe, either by looking for an escape route or just keeping them away from the Crow.
So, from when I fought him, I used Ludwig's. This is not necessarily a good plan- the Crow does not stun easy. I also abused the fact that he will slowly die to his own Chikage if you let him. I ALSO took advantage of his counter-AI to lure him into using the gun, or swinging so I could get off a safe blunderbuss.
The Bloody Crow of Cainhurst is basically the hardest boss in the game, and he's probably not going to be an easy fight at all. So uh. Yeah.
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AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
We can make him kill himself with his sword
He's tenacious, fast and hits hard. Soooo I'm betting on maybe.
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I'd prefer to finally try the teleport alpha strike. Fake him out with an apparent complicated feint+charge and such while striking him with the laser at point blank teleported range.
Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
Watch yourselves, that Katana is poisonous!
Good news, if he activates his weapon it kills him slowly, Bad news, the son of a bloody whore can Flash-Step!
Hit hard, hit fast, try to limit his movement, and for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT LET HIM BREAK THE WARDS AND FREE AMELIA!
Good news, if he activates his weapon it kills him slowly, Bad news, the son of a bloody whore can Flash-Step!
Hit hard, hit fast, try to limit his movement, and for the love of all that is holy, DO NOT LET HIM BREAK THE WARDS AND FREE AMELIA!
[X] This has been a Long. Fucking. Day. You had to travel across Europe with Maxwell in his ridiculous flying popemobile and his army of KKK reject templars. You saw millions of people dead by nazi monsters (Heretics, but its still got pathos) You actually got beat by that asshole vampire even after using one of the holiest artifacts in the world and to top it all off that fucking cuntwaffle of a butler stomped your skull in the middle of your last speech. But you could have lived with that. Well, not lived obviously, but it was fine. A big ass war and you did your part, went out doing the Lord's work. Eternal Reward awaits and all that jazz. But no. Not heaven. Not even limbo. Instead you wake up in some weird ass dream world with a creepy old man and a nice young woman and then get to go see another city full of slaughtered civilians (heathens this time, far more pathos) and then find out that it's a pagan church that was pretending to protect these people that was causing the slaughter. Which normally wouldn't be a problem at all in your book, but again: Long. Fucking. Day. So you've had to kill people that could have been saved by the Grace of Jesus and instead got damned by those that should have protected them, had to deal with all kinds of irritating and depressing shit and now there's this Asshole.
-[X] No ambiguity. No moral issues. No slaughtered innocents or pagan monsters. Just some asshole who needs his head kicked in. He even reminds you of the cuntwaffle a little bit. Same 'I have to prove my strength' attitude. This is going to be cathartic.
--[X] "Ya know what? I'm okay with this. Out front laughing boy, if we had a proper barney in here the roof 'd collapse."
-[X] No ambiguity. No moral issues. No slaughtered innocents or pagan monsters. Just some asshole who needs his head kicked in. He even reminds you of the cuntwaffle a little bit. Same 'I have to prove my strength' attitude. This is going to be cathartic.
--[X] "Ya know what? I'm okay with this. Out front laughing boy, if we had a proper barney in here the roof 'd collapse."
Anderson's teleport has a significant channeling/casting time and quite obvious (with all the flying bible pages). It's not terribly useful in combat, especially against someone that can flash-step.
And I recall from our first meeting with her, Eileen managed to get a drop on Anderson, and got a knife on his throat.
I love the internal rant, but I think we gt to play this smart. Hard to get catharsis when we're hitting air with our lasermace, and constantly regenerating from
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[X] This has been a Long. Fucking. Day. You had to travel across Europe with Maxwell in his ridiculous flying popemobile and his army of KKK reject templars. You saw millions of people dead by nazi monsters (Heretics, but its still got pathos) You actually got beat by that asshole vampire even after using one of the holiest artifacts in the world and to top it all off that fucking cuntwaffle of a butler stomped your skull in the middle of your last speech. But you could have lived with that. Well, not lived obviously, but it was fine. A big ass war and you did your part, went out doing the Lord's work. Eternal Reward awaits and all that jazz. But no. Not heaven. Not even limbo. Instead you wake up in some weird ass dream world with a creepy old man and a nice young woman and then get to go see another city full of slaughtered civilians (heathens this time, far more pathos) and then find out that it's a pagan church that was pretending to protect these people that was causing the slaughter. Which normally wouldn't be a problem at all in your book, but again: Long. Fucking. Day. So you've had to kill people that could have been saved by the Grace of Jesus and instead got damned by those that should have protected them, had to deal with all kinds of irritating and depressing shit and now there's this Asshole.
-[X] No ambiguity. No moral issues. No slaughtered innocents or pagan monsters. Just some asshole who needs his head kicked in. He even reminds you of the cuntwaffle a little bit. Same 'I have to prove my strength' attitude. This is going to be cathartic.
--[X] "Ya know what? I'm okay with this. Out front laughing boy, if we had a proper barney in here the roof 'd collapse."
-[X] No ambiguity. No moral issues. No slaughtered innocents or pagan monsters. Just some asshole who needs his head kicked in. He even reminds you of the cuntwaffle a little bit. Same 'I have to prove my strength' attitude. This is going to be cathartic.
--[X] "Ya know what? I'm okay with this. Out front laughing boy, if we had a proper barney in here the roof 'd collapse."