Windlass
A Windy Lass
- Location
- Wherever the wind is blowing
>Reasoning
>In an Anderson quest
>HERESY
[X]Chuck a kitchen sink at him
[X]Then strike from above. Decent enough room to put your parkour skills to use.
-[X] "I'll take high, you take low."
Anderson Quest: Killing Vampires and Werewolves and Leprechauns (Hellsing/Bloodborne)
- Thread starter Tricia
- Start date
>In an Anderson quest
>HERESY
[X]Chuck a kitchen sink at him
[X]Then strike from above. Decent enough room to put your parkour skills to use.
-[X] "I'll take high, you take low."
- Location
- Hyperborea
You forgot to greentext your greentext.
menosay
Quietly laughing at nothing in particular.
Isn't green text against the rules though?
- Location
- Hyperborea
I think the rules forbid making a post with only greentext or only a reaction image is against the rules, but it's fine as long as it's a part of a proper post.
If I'm wrong on this, please correct me.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
I didn't see anything in SV's Rules specifically against 'greentext.' It might be challengeable under Rules 3 or 4, but you'd have to build a case.
Spacebattles does specifically call out greentext as something against the rules:
Spacebattles Rule 14 said:
- Location
- Hyperborea
I thought that was a thing on both sites, but I guess I mixed it up.
vs. Martyr Logarius: Old Man Strength
"Huh. Cainhurst ever have a king?"
"Not to my knowledge," says Maria. "Men didn't tend to last long in Annalise's care."
"Probably Logarius in some kinda 'abyss-looks-back' shenanigans, then." You twirl a pair of bayonets in your hand and glance back at your teammate. "Right, then. I go high and you go low?"
"Alright," she replies, beautiful blade at the ready. The man's stiff hobble is picking up speed, relying less and less on his towering scythe to keep him standing. As he finds his footing, he suddenly brings the weapon about, trailing bruise-purple smoke from its shining tip. The smoke resolves itself into a series of gaseous skulls, which bear down on the two of you as you charge in. Maria's too fast by half, sending the skulls smashing into the towers in their futile pursuit, while you manage to vault the ones after you without difficulty. Luckily, they seem to have a turning radius of "no" and dissipate harmlessly behind you.
Maria beats you to him and blurs into gear. Only your recent throwdown with Arseface lets you follow her assault, which isn't so much a combination as a controlled explosion. Probably-Logarius staggers back with his robes in tatters and several prominent notches on his staff before suddenly taking to the air with blatant disregard for Newton's law of universal gravitation. He hovers for a moment, batting aside Maria's continued onslaught as he gains height, before you parkour off the nearest tower and crash into him pointy-ends-first.
Your bayonets finish the job that osteoporosis started and send him into the far wall with a crack like a brick being dropped into uncooked pasta. As you're attached to him via the bayonets in his ribcage, you slam into it as well. This hurts, though not nearly as much as the gigantic fucking skull explosion he detonates in your face with his free hand. You lose your grip and fall back, most of the skin and a good chunk of the muscle on your mug going through a hard reset.
Thankfully, you've still got an eye left to watch Maria throw down with him. Her speed edge is monumental, but Logarius is so damn efficient with his movements that he's keeping up with her. His staff is always where it needs to be to intercept her bursts, his skeletal limbs making the minimum motions necessary to blunt her ferocious offense. It's a style built by the ages, stripped of all frippery and boiled down into the purest expression of fundamentals.
A few seconds of recovery later, you determine that the fundamentals were not devised with cheap shots to the back of the head in mind. He stumbles beneath your club's blow and Maria storms forward with a brutal thrust. Again, however, that brilliant efficiency is there. He turns just so, sending the blade skidding along his chest with only surface damage in its wake, and uses the momentum to bring the butt of his scythe upwards and into her jaw.
It's back to one-on-one. You alternate between club and bayonet, forcing him back until he again hits the wall. His reach is an absolute pain in the ass but, without space to retreat, it's just a matter of finding the opportunity to step inside and turn those damn telephone-pole arms into a liability. You grit your teeth through a glancing scythe blow to the shoulder and make a lunge for his neck; his off-hand is at his waist, well out of position for further skull-on-skull violence.
You learn several things in quick succession, namely that his left arm is faster than you thought, he had a sword down there, and he is not happy to see you. Your right hand crunches into the snow, severed below the wrist, and the shock distracts you just long enough for him to stab you in the chest and boot your bitch ass halfway down the walkway.
"Nobody fuckin' Skywalkers me and lives ta tell the tale," you grumble as you get back to your feet. You'd had that hand for a while, ever since you rammed the previous one into the skunk ape's jaws to set up a finishing backbreaker, and you'd grown rather fond of it. Plus, since it wasn't the original, it doesn't even add to your ongoing project to confirm the Ship of Theseus paradox.
Maria's up as well, advancing steadily. Logarius hasn't moved from his spot on the wall; the gigantic fuck probably let you put him there so you couldn't get around him. Only thing worse than bearded ice zombies is clever bearded ice zombies.
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CURRENT STATUSES:
Anderson: Stab wound, lingering facial damage, right hand severed. Regenerating the whole hand is much more difficult than re-attaching it.
Maria: Near-broken jaw.
Logarius: Stab wounds on chest, slicing damage on legs and midsection.
"Not to my knowledge," says Maria. "Men didn't tend to last long in Annalise's care."
"Probably Logarius in some kinda 'abyss-looks-back' shenanigans, then." You twirl a pair of bayonets in your hand and glance back at your teammate. "Right, then. I go high and you go low?"
"Alright," she replies, beautiful blade at the ready. The man's stiff hobble is picking up speed, relying less and less on his towering scythe to keep him standing. As he finds his footing, he suddenly brings the weapon about, trailing bruise-purple smoke from its shining tip. The smoke resolves itself into a series of gaseous skulls, which bear down on the two of you as you charge in. Maria's too fast by half, sending the skulls smashing into the towers in their futile pursuit, while you manage to vault the ones after you without difficulty. Luckily, they seem to have a turning radius of "no" and dissipate harmlessly behind you.
Maria beats you to him and blurs into gear. Only your recent throwdown with Arseface lets you follow her assault, which isn't so much a combination as a controlled explosion. Probably-Logarius staggers back with his robes in tatters and several prominent notches on his staff before suddenly taking to the air with blatant disregard for Newton's law of universal gravitation. He hovers for a moment, batting aside Maria's continued onslaught as he gains height, before you parkour off the nearest tower and crash into him pointy-ends-first.
Your bayonets finish the job that osteoporosis started and send him into the far wall with a crack like a brick being dropped into uncooked pasta. As you're attached to him via the bayonets in his ribcage, you slam into it as well. This hurts, though not nearly as much as the gigantic fucking skull explosion he detonates in your face with his free hand. You lose your grip and fall back, most of the skin and a good chunk of the muscle on your mug going through a hard reset.
Thankfully, you've still got an eye left to watch Maria throw down with him. Her speed edge is monumental, but Logarius is so damn efficient with his movements that he's keeping up with her. His staff is always where it needs to be to intercept her bursts, his skeletal limbs making the minimum motions necessary to blunt her ferocious offense. It's a style built by the ages, stripped of all frippery and boiled down into the purest expression of fundamentals.
A few seconds of recovery later, you determine that the fundamentals were not devised with cheap shots to the back of the head in mind. He stumbles beneath your club's blow and Maria storms forward with a brutal thrust. Again, however, that brilliant efficiency is there. He turns just so, sending the blade skidding along his chest with only surface damage in its wake, and uses the momentum to bring the butt of his scythe upwards and into her jaw.
It's back to one-on-one. You alternate between club and bayonet, forcing him back until he again hits the wall. His reach is an absolute pain in the ass but, without space to retreat, it's just a matter of finding the opportunity to step inside and turn those damn telephone-pole arms into a liability. You grit your teeth through a glancing scythe blow to the shoulder and make a lunge for his neck; his off-hand is at his waist, well out of position for further skull-on-skull violence.
You learn several things in quick succession, namely that his left arm is faster than you thought, he had a sword down there, and he is not happy to see you. Your right hand crunches into the snow, severed below the wrist, and the shock distracts you just long enough for him to stab you in the chest and boot your bitch ass halfway down the walkway.
"Nobody fuckin' Skywalkers me and lives ta tell the tale," you grumble as you get back to your feet. You'd had that hand for a while, ever since you rammed the previous one into the skunk ape's jaws to set up a finishing backbreaker, and you'd grown rather fond of it. Plus, since it wasn't the original, it doesn't even add to your ongoing project to confirm the Ship of Theseus paradox.
Maria's up as well, advancing steadily. Logarius hasn't moved from his spot on the wall; the gigantic fuck probably let you put him there so you couldn't get around him. Only thing worse than bearded ice zombies is clever bearded ice zombies.
[] Write in...
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CURRENT STATUSES:
Anderson: Stab wound, lingering facial damage, right hand severed. Regenerating the whole hand is much more difficult than re-attaching it.
Maria: Near-broken jaw.
Logarius: Stab wounds on chest, slicing damage on legs and midsection.
CrossyCross
A+ RIDING
Logarius is magnificent. I love how well you write him, Tricia.
- Location
- Attempting to cast animate object on a black hole.
This sounds like a job for explosions.
burningclaw2
The Power of the Tomato!
[X] Time to use your secret weapon then, The Trojan Teddy!!! A large wooden teddy bear filled to the brim with holy napalm. It works wonders on vampires.
Is it bad that I am cheering for Logarius here? Dude is taking ANDERSON AND MARIA in a fight, and as things are it looks pretty even. He is pretty major badass.
I forget, but can we one-hand the Club of Irony while it's in laser mode?
tchae
Cyborg Lincoln is watching
- Location
- Newcastle, England
I think our best option here might be to
[X] Retrieve our arm then hang back a little and wait for a chance to laser that damn sword out of his hand
Logarius is a complete pain in the ass if you haven't mastered parrying by this point in the game so i think we might have a shot if we can make an opening form Maria to perform a good old fashioned hunter style kali-ma on him.
[X] Retrieve our arm then hang back a little and wait for a chance to laser that damn sword out of his hand
Logarius is a complete pain in the ass if you haven't mastered parrying by this point in the game so i think we might have a shot if we can make an opening form Maria to perform a good old fashioned hunter style kali-ma on him.
Legion1771
The God
I slapped him to death once. I was absolutely baffled. Fucking first timed him too, just ran in and slapped him in-between dodges. Managed to break him out of his Super Saiyan charge up somehow, so then he was just regular old Logarius. Fucking killed him. I was very surprised.
Honestly, this is probably my favorite line.
Think this one might be the winner here.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Retrieve our arm then hang back a little and wait for a chance to laser that damn sword out of his hand
Only 4 votes so far.
Anyone got other write-in suggestions?
Anyone got other write-in suggestions?
