Antonnius

So how exactly does Hollow Ichigo or Darkrai have the ability to kill slenderman? >.> if we go with composite lore, full power, he's as hard to get rid of as the catboy from hellsing ~_~

Ichigo is a mountain buster, High hyper sonic with no anti-mind rape abilities. What does he do here exactly? :U

I'm equalizing him to Ichigo by the way, given that the fight against Ulquiorra suggested that his hollow powers grew with his normal ones. Then scaled up to his feats during the final fight with Aizen.

Hasn't batman taken down the entire League before with his prep? >.> This thread says prep for batman not the flash, so the flash would come in on the rules of a random engagement. Depending on version of flash this is . . .

Batman has shown himself to be one of DC's finest when it comes to prep, if Flash rushes him when five months of prep has been done in the batcave I shudder to think.

Lucario as a pokemon is just plain stronger and there is no mention of batman having prior knowledge. In a random encounter he can't handle the speed and strength of Lucario alone, one can argue knock out gas or a stun grenade but is Lucario realistically going to let it hit him considering what he is? Would batman have the sense to use it immediately instead of trying to tangle with the pokemon?

Lucario all day =)

Now if we give TheBatman prep. . . . . . .

@warsman (OOC: Warhammer always was cool to read about :) Theme Music: Down by Thousand Foot Crutch.)

When the man was launched Antonnius knew that he hadn't disabled him fully.

"You will see the day when they come."

No one could simply recover from a wound dealt by the Tachi imbued with the power of Eien no kizu (Eternal Wound). He knew that as long as he kept it drawn that anything it cut would remain as it fell. Only one thing could be determined from his opponent's fluid motion, the fight was not over. There was only one thing that he needed to do in order to win. Antonnius was constantly grilled with the teachings of Miyamoto as not only the abstract being but also as the swordsman that was never defeated. His sword flicked to the front, going in straight at head level for an attack. The debri boomed around him once more as he became a red blur, mach ten movement instantly empowering the entranced warrior. The boy had his right arm locked out with the sword pointing as a beacon of division in front of him as he kicked off from his initial spot. Like a star shooting across the to clash with the soldier he flew and braced himself for the impact, his left leg staggered back to give him the maximum reach as he attempted to impale the soldier. There was nothing else at all, only the act of cutting.

There was no thought of missing, of falling short or having to slash again. In truth there was no opponent as that was not his concern. Antonnius, one with the infinite void, had moved to the special place of his training that decreed he would simply cut. The boy stopped so that his sword extended halfway through the area where the opponent's head currently was. A difference in speed would throw the man off, first an incredible fast attack and then accelerated movement. A mix of timing that would not simply be read for if Warsman anticipated the speed demonstrated previously then he would move far too soon and enable Antonnius to read him even more clear. Though if he assumed that he was simply on the level of a normal human then he would react far too slowly, simply put there was enough hidden about the swordsman to make everything require thought and concentration even for a trained warrior. Airborne dust plumed up behind the boy's movement and quickly overtook him, unwittingly in taking the direct approach he would be throwing literal sand in his opponent's eyes while being immune to it himself with a turned back. Trickery nor cunning was the strategy but the simple function of the sword's power that had been tested through more things than one would imagine.

"You who profess to be our last hope are but a destructive fool. You speak of power over the beyond but cannot make even a simple poet bend to your will. Let your evils come. I will cut them all."

If Warsman truly considered his opponent to be weak, feeble or foolish as he boasted then he would find his arrogance to be his own undoing. Even the most seasoned of warriors and glorious generals faced the enemy of pride with disastrous results for what it did to the mind. Antonnius had lived a lowly and quiet life these past few weeks among the people in their oppressed land, as such he had learned the true power of humility. To Cut was neither an act of pride nor one of arrogance but simply a part of life that defined the actions of life, nothing was assumed in order to learn everything.

He would probably be something like control or knowledge.

@warsman (A bit close, eh? Theme Music: War of Change by Thousand Foot Crutch)

"I never said anything was wrong with fighting, simply your worthless assertion of superiority that resulted in death. I have no cause to kill you, that would be a waste. You've fooled yourself so badly with the banner you follow that you don't even realize that you are what you preach against."

Antonnius was not swayed but every action and word from the alien only proved his point further. Faster than any normal human could respond to and even past their ability to think, it was the first technique that he had ever learned at full power. Everything was already in position so all the boy had to do was let it happen, the doctrine of years of samurai swordsmanship suddenly brought to life with the full power that it was originally intended to have. The sword, the idea of what it is to cut, came together in one movement that was full of resolve and void of malice. Truly a movement that was void of anything except what it was, a concept of existence that was neither good nor evil but held in the hands of a defender.

"Look around you! Not here to conquer? Here to protect? Liberate your mind or you will fall before what you see as inferior. There is hope for you if you truly believe in what you say."

The knife that fell at his feet was not even an object of concern. In his current form he could easily see that it would pose no threat from the moment it left the alien soldier's hand. There would be no warning, not even a mental signal as the infinite void that Boido no shōten subjected him to was the actual technique that martial artists mimicked for years afterwards. The ability to simply move, to simply act without any forethought or giveaway it was pure and fell into perfect accordance with the teachings of Miyamoto. While the artillery sounded of war in the distance the red swordsman spoke of true peace, not the kind that drove a man to cower in fear but the kind that was worth preserving. Whomever this alien was it was obvious that his lack of knowledge had greatly misjudged the planet he had landed upon. Such ignorance led to harsh decisions, foolish ones that only only damaged himself but everyone that he touched whether by death or further corruption through the ideals he advocated.

Antonnius pitied Warsman.

They held the same ideals yet the alien had lost sight of what his ideals truly were and had lost his way. Yet, there was always a chance for salvation. "Turn from your madness."

His voice descended from the furious preaching to one that was consoling a child with a broken limb. Yet, before he said the final phrase and likely before Warsman could even register anything had been done Antonnius was standing with his sword in the completed motion of a slash. The movement done at the speed of light and beyond human comprehension was an attempt to cut his opponent across the stomach nearly deep enough to sever his spine. A delayed shockwave that kicked up the dirt under their feet and blasted the air in every direction threatened to knock anything tumbling that wasn't nailed down. The boy was in his Zen form and deeply engaged into the Boido no shōten so it would not simply be a matter of fighting a normal human if Warsman were able to cheat the attempt at a crippling blow with Tekunikku o kaku.

Big lose currently xD

YC vs The Espada from Bleach, all at once.

Might be up for it with my alt depending on if you're good or evil, look up Barkins, he's an alt I inherited.

"The truth is that you don't have the power to get what you want without destroying everything in your way. You are so weak that you have to kill."

Quite interesting. A skilled practioner.