Nate86

I’m not sure who to pick yet but I love this matchup.

Finally a slot where I feel comfortable goi by with Semar.

The Tramp is my guy and I can’t even think of a good argument for having him win this slot.

Django could play this stylishly and subtly. He’s shown us he can play the long con and be willing to lose a few hands to claim the big pot later in the game.

I’m not the most familiar with the characters but from what I’ve looked up, the comments, and the setup I wanna go with Zafina on this one. She seems like she has a fighting chance as it is with how you’ve pitted them against each other. I might still wait to vote though.

It’s a nice matchup. Definitely thinking outside the box here. Spider-Gwen easily takes it. I guess Barbosa does more damage to the train but barely any since I see her webbing him up pretty fast. Like SSJRuss mentioned though I could see these two teaming up once they talk. Have that sort of The Last Of Us kind of relationship between them.

Another day at the offices of The SFPD and everything is abuzz. Phones ringing, computers typing, and the footsteps of black standard issue shoe for every policeman in sight. The meth problem in San Francisco escalated considerably over recent years but not necessarily due to a lack of discipline dolled out by the local authorities. Counseling for drug addicts, stronger bonds between police and their community, and more social outreach programs still weren’t preventing the flow of meth into the city let alone the country. The recent boom in meth addiction was hard to curve in most major US cities. Cheap and nearly perfect nobody knew where the distribution even started. Police across the country were trying to at least do their jobs in a more understanding way. If there was no stopping the outpour of drugs at least they could prevent the violence that usually followed it. That is most police believed that. The doors of The SFPD swung open as a young man was shoved into them. His arms cuffed behind his back, Inspector “Dirty” Harry Callahan was close enough to be his shadow with his hand clasped tight around the young mans right bicep. The commotion unsettled most everyone in the precinct when they first barged through the door. “GET YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME!” Harry cooly shoved the young man forward anyways, sunglasses still on, chewing a piece of gum with his mouth closed. He shoved the young man onto a bench and continued forward, losing no momentum, to a young officer behind a glass screen and a counter. “I wanna book this guy.” “Yessir...” The young office was pale, a lump in his throat. Harry repeated himself, his rough growl of a voice could’ve torn the siding off a barn. “I said-“ “Yessir but... I don’t know what for.” “What for?” Harry looked at him quizzically, slowly removing his sunglasses. His eyes were narrow and his crows feet suggested an explosive anger he was just waiting to unleash. “How about because if you were out on the street he would have torn you apart just by looking at you!” The young officer felt the eyes of his peers on him. They didn’t envy him for the position he was in and precisely because of that they didn’t intervene. “Sir there’s paperwork and-“ “Callahan!” A strapping officer in his 30’s appears from his office. It’s Harry’s Captain. “What’s all this?” Harry gritted his teeth and emitted a low growl. “Callahan! You’d better have a damn good reason for dragging a kid in here. We don’t just drag people of the street. That’s not SFPD policy.” “Well when I see a kid on the street with intent to distribute I arrest the bastard. That’s my policy.” “Get in my office Callahan.” The captain looks at the young officer. “Get the kids some water and some food for gods sakes.” Harry and the Captain enter his office. There’s family photos, a couple fishing lines, and a small framed inspirational quote right behind the door. It’s all Harry can do from rolling his eyes and snarling. “Listen Callahan. You can’t be so rough with these kids. They hate cops as it is. We’re trying a better initiative now and you need to get on board.” “A better world huh? These friendly initiatives... Let me tell ya’ I’m not out here to be anyone’s friend. Sometimes justice ain’t pretty Captain. It’s how the world is. Whether you see that now or in ten years when someone’s knocking at your door with a loaded gun, you’re going to have to face it.” “Jesus Harry. I’m pulling you off the street. You need some R&R for a time. You’re a great cop when the streets aren’t safe but in peace time you’re a liability.” “Consider me on permanent R&R Captain.” Harry puts his badge on the table. “I’m through with this charity you’re trying to run here.” “Dammit Harry! Work with us!” Harry grins at the Captain, his eyes still narrowed. “I’m not sure if I ever have.” He turns and leaves. On his way out he looks at the kid handcuffed in the bench. “Enjoy your milk and cookies.” And then to the department, “Make sure to tuck him in and kiss him on the head!” In an abandoned liquor store in the Tenderloin district five men sat in chairs in a circle. The boarded up windows guaranteed no show for the people today. In the middle of their circle were two bags. A deal was well under way. “My guy needs more money than this. You think he can produce this much product on such a low budget?” Mike Ehrmantraut had been sent to San Francisco from New Mexico to sell more meth for his dealer Gus Fring. Things had started off well, but Mike was on strict orders to leave with two hundred million dollars and all he saw was 100 million. The main drug dealer, a young Hispanic man who had obviously gone his own way from the cartel awhile back, was the only one who addressed him “You think we’re stupid? This is a first time buy for us. You cut us a deal, we enjoy and come back for more. It’s called good customer service.” His cronies snickered. Mike sat as still as ever. His eyes staring directly into the dealers. “Well congratulations. We’ll throw a party in your honor. Maybe drop a little confetti. In the meantime my guy needs double the money that you’ve provided.” The drug dealer sneered at Mike. “Well I guess we’re at an impasse.” “I guess so. So you’d better pull a hundred million out of your ass or I’m leaving here with the product (motioning to one bag) and half my pay (motioning to the other).” The dealer and his cronies laughed. “You think you can just leave here now? There’s four of us and one of you. We’ll be taking this on the hou-“ Three shots rang out as Mike simultaneously rose from his chair and fired. The dealer erupted from his chair, lunging forward and pulling his gun. In one swift movement Mike dropped his own gun, grappled the dealers arm with his newly freed right hand forcing him to disarm, and caught the dealers gun with his left. He aimed directly at the dealers forehead, forcing him to back down into his chair. “I think I will be leaving with everything after all.” The dealer muttered something as Mike went to collect the bags. Without even focusing his attention on the dealer Mike spoke to him. “What was that?” The dealer spoke up. “The cops are on their way. So is the cartel. Wait till you see what’s in store for you.” Mike fired one shot into the mans head and left. Later that day Harry picked up a few things from his police scanner. A small drug bust, a death at an old folks home, and a quadruple homicide in the Tenderloin District. He drove over to the scene and watched the bodies, covered under sheets, get wheeled out. Next he saw police dogs sniffing the area. With how excited they were Harry knew something was up. He scanned the cops on the scene and saw a friendly face. After asking a few questions Harry knew these were major drug dealers. One man had recently broken off from the cartel himself. Harry felt a twinge of the old days. He had a few leads to check up on himself. Anton Chigurh watched the crowd around the police tape from across the street. Somebody had killed his target and he was intrigued. Not only that but three of his men too. The cartel had recently hired Chigurh to tie up any loose ends that might come back to haunt them someday. While Chigurh would still get paid for the hit, he wondered who he had to thank for it. As night drew nearer Harry skulked around the alleyways asking questions, in his own way, and getting no answers. Finally he saw the kid he’d left on the bench. He approached the kid quickly as he was looking the other way. “Hey kid!” He turned and saw Harry. “Oh shit!” He tried bolt but Harry was too close now. He grabbed him be the throat and pinned him against the alley wall. Harry eyed the cash and meth lying in a cardboard box right beside him. His eyes narrowed and he growled into the kids face. “So what’s the deal? They let you out long as you’re home by ten?” The kid smirked at Harry. “You’ll lose your job for this.” “Than you’ll be happy to hear. I quit this morning.” The smirk dropped from his face, replaced by sudden striking fear. Harry raised his fist and brought it down hard on the kids face. Bouncing his head backwards into the brick wall behind him. The kid fell to the ground. “What do you want!?” Harry stood over him like a looming presence of his unlucky fate. “There was a major dealer killed this morning. I think you know where his killer is hiding.” The kid looked up at Harry, tears in his eyes. “Oh God! If I tell you they’ll kill me!” “Bad business decision kid. Tell me!” Harry pressed his foot to the kids head. “Ok! This guy who distributes... when he comes here he stays at this abandoned warehouse by the water. I’m sure he’s laying low now before he leaves town. It’s the old crabbing building on the pier! Please I ju-“ Harry lifted his foot from the kids head. He heard footsteps behind him and whipped around. Two men carrying rifles appeared at the foot of the alley, no doubt the kids protection, and no doubt high. Harry already had his .44 magnum drawn and pointed towards them. Like two cannon blasts they blew the men backwards. Dead on impact. The young officer Harry had a run in with earlier in the day thought things were looking up. They needed extra hands searching for a man involved in a homicide earlier in the day. He had volunteered and was given a squad car and a dog to pinpoint the drugs. While searching the peer the dog had seemed to pick up a scent and followed it to a nearby abandoned warehouse. The young officer dreamt of being responsible for the capture of the killer, and the promotion that came with it. Maybe he’d be on his way to being a detective! Maybe he- The dog stopped and pointed to the warehouse with his tail in hunting dog form. The officer reached for his radio when a near silent “Pfft” sounded out. The officer fell forward and the dog turned around. As he let out one bark another shot was fired and the dog fell limp. Anton Chigurh stepped out from the shadows with a silenced shotgun. It was just a matter of time till the cops led him to his man. The dog had given away his position and he looked up to see the old, worn, but experienced face of Mike Ehrmantraut looking down at him from the second floor of the warehouse. This was the man he wanted. Anticipating the fire Chigurh charged forward as bullets pierced the ground behind him, breaking through a wooden door into the warehouse. “Hello? I’ll end this quickly if you just come out.” Chigurh slowly eased up the stairs as he heard an old pair of brakes squeak outside. Harry slowly approached the warehouse, noting the dead officer and dead dog. A couple more shots rang out inside. Harry, his back to the wall ready to face whatever was inside whispered to himself, “Go ahead. Make my day.” And he entered the warehouse. Setup: Abandoned Warehouse. Anton Chigurh has his silenced shotgun. Dirty Harry is carrying his .44 Magnum, with his two quick reloads at the ready. (As is established in magnum force.) Mike Ehrmantraut has two pistols and an extra clip on him.

Right, and I agree with that but you have to factor in kickback from a rifle and aiming down your sights. It’s training in a relatively different area of shooting. I just also have ample evidence Munny can hit a target with a rifle when he kills somebody from atop a hill in Unforgiven. In Tombstone they get into the shootout across the river from Ringo and Doc starts with a rifle but quickly ditches it and switches to his pistol. I know it’s probably for reloading purposes but he really favors one over the other.

Does Doc Holiday ever use a rifle? I know he’s extremely good with a pistol but I can’t remember if I saw him use a rifle in Tombstone.

You’re right. Batman has a lot built into his suit to hide or disguise things including his heartbeat but nothing I can find about his scent.

Due to the terrain I wanna go Batman. If they were in the gladiator pit together I’d say Wolverine but Batman can use his stealth here, possibly knock wolverine off a cliff.

So Kyuzo is one of the Seven Samurai chosen to defeat the giant robots that take the poor villagers food every year. When he’s first introduced in the series he battles the top samurai who we’ve seen win every fight handily up till now. Kyuzo beats the top samurai. I’ll link a video below, fights starts around 1:39. Later in the series the head samurai has been bested by one of the fleets giant robots. He’s bleeding and it’s an “all hope is lost” scenario for the samurai. Just then Kyuzo swoops in and easily disassembles the robot by slicing it up. Starts around 1:32 Hope this helps!

Kenshin seems deadly accurate. I guess even if Colin didn’t necessarily die Kenshin could still take it if he cuts off his energy and makes him pass out and not “die.”

Even if the Ssi-ruuvi Imperium had enough ships and whatnot in their fleet to defeat The Super Skrull he definitely takes a good amount of their fleet with him and now they STILL have the rest of the Skrulls to deal with! Unless they’ve faced another shape shifting entity and built a defense against them I don’t see how they can tell a skrull from themselves. All warfare is based on deception and the skrulls take the cake.

Wait. But Deathklok would get noticed for being so destructive on stage. Sorry people I’m struggling here, I’ll need to come back to this.

I wanna say Pinkie Pie... it’s disco which leans towards her and further from Deathklock. Plus yeah, them destroying things is also not very disco. If this were a metal venue I’d pick them. Granted, Pinkie Pie isn’t right up that alley but I think it’s less harmless for Studio 54 to go that route.

I’m picking Poseidon too. A god that stands for clowns seems a little outside a warriors wheelhouse. I know that at least a seafaring warrior would pick Poseidon as their patron.

Thanks for the kind words! Yeah, I figured it might be a tough matchup for The Basterds but once I started looking at some old Howling Commandos comics they have some crazy feats and other parts where they’re getting bogged down by artillery. When we meet The Basterds they’ve taken a battalion of Germans without losing a single man so I thought it may even out. Either way it’s a very well done movie I’d highly recommend.

Totally, there’s more than a few people I’ve seen in this category with crazy feats but I’m just anime always makes it hard for me to locate somebody’s power level. Even the samurai I picked is pretty close to street level when you first meet him, then he is fighting robot ships later in the series dodging their fire and then gets shot and killed by a handgun at the end of the series. I just have a tough time putting my finger on power levels usually with anime characters and I wonder if a few other people experienced that in this slot.

Yeah, I don’t think it’s anybody’s fault, it’s just hard to hold anime characters (especially samurai) to a certain power level. That being said I still think Kenshin could win, he’s fast and deadly and just has to get a few quick strikes in on Aqua to take this. More input would be welcome though.

In the three movies The Man With No Name was in I don’t recall him throwing any knives.

I’d expect The Tramp to know the geography of Austria better than the aliens. Also if you’re going to smuggle people you probably don’t wanna stand out to Nazi’s as some aliens with big heads.