Hugo Fowl

The arena for this particular match was massive, in a way only magic could have accomplished. The unique magecraft of the Ministry resulting in a place worthy of the battle that would take place here in Khazan Cith. Spotlights flashed to life, creating patterns in the skies, balloons of varying colors rose and the spectators- Ah, the spectators. Robed wizards mingled with excited, chattering priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Servitor Skulls flew in the sky, eye socket cameras recording the pristine field below and avoided magical drones. From the Catachan Regiments to the more recent Fantastic Beast films, wizards and members of the 41st millennium and more came together in a riotous crowd of color and standing, united fans all cheering and raising their flags, emblems of Hogwarts and a jagged, tribal looking skull on a red backdrop clashed as fans cried approval. Hovering in places, drones that resembled insects, birds and other designs flitted freely, their crystal eyes taking in the place as the runes of Virtual Adepts engraved denoted their purpose. Up in the announcers box, two people would be preparing. One of them a famous wizard with his face painted to resemble the Hogwarts emblem. Half-moon spectacles perched on the bridge of his broken nose, eyes twinkling as he took in the sight before him. His compatriot, a Commisar smiled, unable to hold still as he sipped a mug that had the caption 'Wizards do it with staffs', the smell of rich Tanna tea denoting his brew of choice. Before them, a servitor skull floated, fixated on them as a metallic voice spoke. "By the Omnissiah's grace, you're on in three...Two...One. Action." The Commissars grin turned wider, his charm radiating off him like a tangible aura as he spoke. "Hello sports fans of all ages, races and factions! I'm Ciaphas Cain." Down below in the arena, an entire half of the stadium chanted aloud 'Hero of the Imperium!' to his visible discomfort. His companion smiled as he spoke more softly but no less discernible. "And I am Albus Dumbledore. Though I'm not entirely sure. However, what I am sure of is the match that awaits us today here in Khazan City." Ciaphas grinned madly, removing his cap as he placed it next to him as he took up where his partner left off. "Indeed we do Albus, as the special exhibition match of the Sci-Fi vs Fantasy begins, we're broadcasting live through Internet Spirits, Magic Mirrors and the Adeptus Recordus! No one wants to miss today's game and I do not blame them! Albus, if you could share with us a bit of what to expect!" Dumbledore smiled like a grandfatherly figure, his eyes twinkling brightly. "It would be my personal pleasure! The rules are simple-two matches, done by factions of either genre. All to be conducted here and each one with some home team advantage-in this case, that of Dumbledore's Army who have chosen Quidditch as their battlefield." Cain mirrored his grin, leaning forward to the servitor skull as he spoke. "But will it be enough? For these wizards despite their advantage are facing the Orks who upon hearing of this game, leaped at the chance to accept. High speed, violence all seem to favor these belligerent green skins. Also, listen to that crowd! Support seems high for them which is the only time I'll ever say such a thing." He added sternly in warning. In the crowd, an imperial guardsman looked at the green face paint he was wearing, shrugged and went back to yelling out like a football hooligan. "But tell me Albus, what exactly can we expect from the teams pre-show tonight?" Dumbledore hummed in thought and pressed his fingers together with a smile. "Dumbledore's Army will open up tonight's ceremony and from what I hear, they've brought Veela! Clean those glasses gentlemen." "And don't tell the missus!" Cain chortled as the lights on the pitch below began to shut down. Shadows covered the field and for a long moment, it feels like a let-down from the wizards side. And then comes a familiar noise, one that goes through the ears and direct to the spine. Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! Recognition flashes on the features of some of the supporters, as they begin to follow along till the air vibrates with it. Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! Boom-boom-clap! And then the spotlights focus on a figure in the arena center. A lone figure, beautiful to behold. Clad in what looks like an altered Hogwarts uniform, a saucy outfit of black leather and red, a wide brim hat on her head but its the item in her arms prompting the subsequent wild cheers.... An electric guitar. She puts her wand to her throat and yells. "WE WILL, WE WILL ROCK YOU! EVERYBODY NOW!" And a thousand throats roared in unison as the lights flashed, revealing the rest of the wizards pre-show group. In other, gentler worlds they might have stuck with traditional dances. Here? They combined Veela glamour with power of a different kind and no one was immune to its charm. With a flourish, she brought her pick down on the strings as their sound filled the air, akin to a lions roar. "WE WILL, WE WILL-ROCK YOU!" Clap! Boom-boom-clap! The guitar riff filled the air, the jamming driving the crowd to wild frenzy as the lead guitarist laughed and sung. The Sidhe could not have done a better job, the lyrics sung along and known by the majority of the audience. When the final guitar solo ended, the lead singer yelled to the audience. "DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY!" Laughing from the box, Dumbledore and Cain rose to their feet as they clapped, the former chortling. "And a very strong beginning from our side! Its going to be hard to top that one!" "Ah, but don't rule out the Greenskins because if experience is any indicator, they're not going to take that lying down!" And then the earth shook. The ground trembles and the Arena does as well. The reason reveals itself as from the opposite end of the arena, charges what would only be a Waaagh. The one leading holds proudly the emblem of the Orks, the traditional symbol of their kind as they march upon the field. Their tread shakes the earth and they stomp, with their shoota's and their Choppa's before forming a semi-circle around the center of the field. The banner-wielder raises a massive Power Klaw. Silence comes....And then he lowers it, the gesture followed by a thud in unison. Every Ork has slammed their foot into the earth at the same time, creating an echoing blow that makes the arena shudder. The arm raises. The shake continues- This time followed by the entire, Ork supporters in the stands as they move in unison, stomping in their seat in time to the beat. Boom. Boom. Doom. Doom. The Banner-wielding Warboss spread his arms, slowly circling the arena, nodding as the Dance continued, ending his spin as he stared at the Veela. And promptly made a fist with the Klaw, one thumb up as he ran it across his throat in a gesture none could mistake. The band jeered, insults lost in the subsequent roar as the Ork crowd cheered and the Orks turned and made their way on the opposite side of the field, their leader stabbing the banner into the ground before they let out a thunderous roar, swiftly taken up by their supporters. "WAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!! "No translation needed for that I think Albus." Said Cain with a savage grin. Dumbledore nodded. "With that strong beginning, I think I speak for everyone when I say- Let the match begin! Place your bets!" The game began. The Setup: Dumbledore's Army plays a game of Quidditch vs Orks. All in a Khazan City arena as fantasy and sci-fi characters cheer the other on. Who wins? You decide!

"Do we have any current leads or do we have to show off what exactly we can do?" The detective was curious now.

Very entertaining. I particularly enjoyed how you managed tie together specific mythos elements that make it feel like a united whole. Off the top of my head I see the second mummy movie, AvP(both the movie and novels) as well as of course, the Scorpion King itself. As to the match itself, warriors have killed Yautja before in single combat. It's tough as feck-all, but doable. Also, it's the Rock. Lol. In context though, if the Scorpion King doesn't use his cunning, he's gonna end up as another skull on the hunters belt.

Oh SNAP, the system isn't fooling around with this one.

As tempting as the adventure hook of treasure was? They WERE on the clock as it were. A deviation, especially in such dangerous territory would mean their principal would be compromised. Though it did bring up an idea, Corvo moving to check on their supplies of food and water they had, as well as whatever they salvaged from the pirates.

Henry's enthusiasm died, even as his Guide hissed in a low intonation around his arm. He didn't need his Spirit Guide to tell him what drove this woman. It lingered on her like a miasma of rage and sorrows, frustration more burning than the wounds she suffered even now. This woman had two wolves in her. And he knew which one she had fed the most. Henry had none. But he resolved to keep a close eye on this organization from this point on.

It's not him? Huh. There's so much stuff nowadays, I can't quite tell which one we're looking at. So who's this Deadshot then? I was under the impression that the DCA Movies basically were mainstream retellings/side stories. With exception of stuff like Red Son.

Oh Green Arrow is cool. I just feel like when you put a bow expert vs a gun expert in close quarters, gun should be winning every time. And if we want to discount plot armor, here at 0:27-0:28 is Deadshot missing in close confines the Joker...With that rapid fire wrist gun of his. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBh9241h6h0

Yeah, context is important here. If Fisk has to do his own work then he's got no chance. If each side gets their entire resources, etc available then Fisk has this. Money buys a lot of guns and people to wield them. Or he just pays more to get his targets defenses on his side.

As opposed to dodging and just shooting his opponent? Even then, I wouldn't think it so impressive. As it shows his mindset is more on the immediate threat rather than any long term plan/hunt with traps that I believe Wick would excell better in. Also....It's a gun against a bow. If you can't shoot a foe before they draw and shoot from a bow with a gun and with the skills Deadshot has, that just doesn't seem so impressive to me.

So if he's that good, why does he miss people? That's what I mean by the Deathstroke example. They're hyped up to the point of cartoonish but then never actually display these skills where it matters. Wick though grounded, as far as I know has been consistent in his skills whether it's by Continental Assassin's,surprise attacks, the elites who struck the hotel, etc. Whereas Deadshot can one day shoot a bowstring and then literally,can't shoot for shit in what should have been a fight slanted his way. Exhibit A. So what's changed?

So they had to do it all in person alone or do they take whatever resources they have? Because if it's the latter, it's easy enough for Kingpin to arrange a meeting or outsource. Or leak information about him to someone like Punisher.

Aku's placed another order I see. That said, I'm leaning towards the Samurai for the reasons mentioned by Pey.

Awww, thought it was a classic slugfest. But yeah, this definitely favors Batman. Red,white and blue ain't really the stealthiest color code.

That's fair enough. In my side, I'd like to point out how comics tend to go willy-nilly with their power levels. Deathstroke for example in one issue defeats the Justice League and the next, Robin beats him solo or some shit. That and I'm not actually sure how many heroes Deadshot has actually killed as opposed to the generic 'mob boss/mook' targets they like to put up. Also, I keep seeing the Arkham game version and how he got beat and with how Pandora is for it's cover and so forth, if there is a victory to be found? I think it'd be similar. Using the cover to get close and shoot/strike. Of course, that pretty much makes it like the last match. Who gets the drop on the other first. Though Wick with his ability to see a weapon in anything (death by horse) might weaponize the local creatures, stirring em up, using em to flush out Deadshot though that's up in the air.

"What kind of pirate ship doesn't have monkeys?!" Corvo cried in outrage as he circled around the main mast.

"....Sounds legit!" Corvo went up on deck and flew up and around, searching.

He paused and looked at her before chuckling. "Good call." This would be a lot faster. And he turned her into a small warhammer with a crowbar back, intending to use it to good purpose when he paused and listened. His eyes widened. "We need the key. These chains surpress magic! Do you know how useful that could be for us?"

"Yeah. Where do we begin?" Steady pay, a prospect of actually making a difference and some legitimation after that interview all wrapped up sounded just fine to Henry.

"Reserve man myself." Said Henry with a faint, bittersweet smile before he walked to his seat and added. "So since it does look like serious money has been poured into this, am all for it if it means a steady paycheck. So what do have to do?"

A dagger flashed and moved to cut him out, Corvo saying cheerfully. "Up and at em, Lawman."

Huh. The more you know. Match wise, yeah Reed does seem to have more of an edge here.

In terms of pure swordplay though he did pretty well. Standing up to Samurai Jack is impressive in and of itself. Though to be fair, he did puncture his second love so maybe it was just the Scotsman running on pure rage.

They're invisible and can be stopped by salt circles. Honestly, this feels more like Jason's wheelhouse here. That and his wider range of recorded abilities seem more aligned for this fight. Teleporting, etc.

Oh sweet, this feels like a very classic matchup.