Anime Legends: Guts (Berserk) V. Alucard (Hellsing)

[Gorath Sodom]

(((OOC: This is an RP between TFF members Guts and -Alucard-, do not intervene. Doing so will result in your immediate termination.)))


Medieval Europe was a treacherous land. All sorts of beasts, demons, and murderous thugs roamed this nightmarish world, slaughtering or raping innocence without hesitation or guilt. There was only one man who could stand against the evils threatening to end all life in the name of the Godhand. He was a monstrous sword fighter. Once a mercenary, he became an avenger engulfed in his hatred for one man, the man who took everything from him.


'Griffith,' the Black Swordsman thought to himself. This man, with dark hair and eyes, tan skin, muscled frame, and attired in insanely heavy, black armor and a crimson cloak was roaming around dangerous territory with his new companions. One was a amnesiac woman whom he knew from his previous life, this woman whom was dressed in a monk outfit whom had long black hair, black eyes, and chocolate skin. Not only were her memories shattered on that horrible, fateful day, but her ability to verbalize as well.


Other companions included two former Vatican soldiers, one male and one female, an adolescent male sword fighter who was an amateur at best, a young female spell caster, and two fairies, one male and one female (both of which weren't even a foot tall). While they could be of assistance from time to time, they ultimately got in the way of this man's mission. They had nowhere near the superhuman speed and strength required to fight on his level, let alone on the level of that of an apostle for the Godhand. Why he allowed them to travel with him still remained a mystery.


On this dreary, rainy evening in barren Kushan territory, while they were expecting to cross some Kushan beastmasters and their demonic hordes, they would actually run into something much worse. The traveled upon what appeared to be a deserted castle, one that's been untouched for possibly hundreds of years.


The Black Swordsman thought it might make for a good resting place so he stated that they would scout the area before resting. While they didn't find any beasts or Kushan soldiers, they did find something else...


In an old and dusty chapel, something went very wrong. Soon the most powerful opponent this one man army could ever hope to face would appear.


“What did you touch Isidro?” The male fairy inquired to the youngest swordsman as the castle was now quaking.


The adolescent replied, “I don't know, just this weird symbol on the alter?”


“Good going monkey boy, you've probably activated some demon's trap, “the female elf scorned.”


A bright light filled with plentiful fluorescent colors sparked above the altar, giving off some sort of energy signal.


“I can sense something coming,” the young mage spoke.


“Get out of here,” Guts ordered, unsheathing his massive long sword which was at least as big as he was. If anyone could emerge victorious amongst what was about to surface, it would have to be him.

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[Bryan]

Back in London, Alucard looked down at the sitting Miss Integra with a devilish grin, blood dripping from his fist. As if the conversation had been interrupted, the Hellsing brand appeared behind Alucard as a portal. The grin widened across his face as he turned and walked towards it.

"Alucard. Where do you think you're going?" Integra asked.

Alucard paused for a moment, still grinning and looked over his shoulder. The light hit his red glasses, causing an eerie glow.

"Hmph. To take care of some meddling trespassers."

Turning back to face the Hellsing brand portal, Alucard stepped through.

"ALUCARD!" Integra shouted angrily.

On the other side, Alucard found himself inside of a familiar old castle ((OOC: For spoiler reasons, I won't go into the details of why it is familiar to him)). He stood silently for a moment, noticing a handful of people scattering away from the room. However, one still stood his ground. He appeared to be an old warrior of some sort, holding an enormous sword in the offensive position at Alucard.

A wide grin spread across his face upon seeing this.

Alucard reached into his coat and revelealed the incredibly powerful 390mm long barrel "Jackyl", aiming it directly at the face of the man in front of him.

"Someone's been putting their disgusting little hands on things they shouldn't have. Was it you?" Alucard sneered.

The swordsman in front of him was silent and focused, not answering. Alucard reached his hand up and cocked the Jackyl, grinning like a mad man and slightly chuckling.

"Fine. You don't want to answer? I could kill you and your friends without hesitation, though I'd rather make this quick. I suppose I'll just have to kill all of you then." said Alucard in a laughing tone.

The room was filled with silence for several moments as the two stared at each other, the swordsman ready to strike and Alucard ready to fire. Finally breaking the silence, Alucard spoke again.

"You're clearly just a human. Do you have a name or should I just start referring to you in the past tense now?" said Alucard.

His grin widened even more, just as it always did in battle. Little did Alucard know that this was no ordinary human. To him, humans weren't even worth the time to speak to unless they were allies, but even then, the conversations were brief. However, this occasion was different. Alucard could smell the blood that could never be washed away from this human along with the scent of things that most humans would never be able to see, let alone endure.

The two stood in silence again, completely focused on one another. The tension so high that both a voice or a gunshot would have had the same effect on the nerves if delivered properly.

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[Gorath Sodom]

The Black Swordsman glared at this newcomer, pondering, 'Kushan... or Apostle?!'

This one definitely wasn't human, slaying many beasts and apostles, Guts was sort of an expert on telling what was human and what was not. Looking into this one's bloodlust-filled eyes made it apparent. Guts assumed this could have been the Kushan Emperor who reared his ugly head, or at least an astral projection of it, at the ball of Farneez's family.

This guy was talking down on him for whatever reason, likely unaware that the Black Swordsman isn't quite as human as he appears to be. Guts wasn't one for small talk, so he ignored his rambling and did what he does best; slaughter.

A near demonic grin lit up on the berserker's profile before he ran towards the opposition at blinding speeds, bringing his gigantic sword forward full throttle without any doubt in his mind. He was going to kill this cretin in cold blood and he was going to enjoy it. Perhaps a bit too much.

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[Bryan]

As quickly as the swordsman dashed at him, Alucard sidestepped to the right in what would appear to be a blur. Movements seemed to slow down for seconds, although there was no actual change in the atmosphere. The two were moving so quickly that to the untrained eye, it would have just appeared as a flurry of colors.

Alucard, now at the side of the swordsman, held up the Jackyl, aiming at the head of his enemy. There was roughly two feet between the swordsman's head and the end of the barrel when Alucard pulled the trigger. His eyes shined a brighter red now with the anticipation of being just seconds from bloodshed. His grin still remained, showing off his fangs and sadistic smile in the process.

Alucard predicted a quick ending to this fight, though little did he know, it was just the beginning. Would the swordsman take the fatal blow and end the battle here and now? No. He was sure that it wouldn't end so quickly and deep down inside, he didn't want it to.

Could he have finally met a worthy opponent?

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[Gorath Sodom]

Looking down the barrel of the gunman's weapon, Guts got the impression that it was some sort of projectile weapon, not unlike the cannon integrated with his prosthetic arm. Figuring this much, he knew he only had milliseconds to dodge what could be his ultimate end. He scowled at that seemingly timeless yet so abrupt moment. Of all the times Guts was grateful for his near superhuman agility, this was likely one of them.

Regrettably, if it wasn't for Griffith, the Black Swordsman wouldn't be on the same level he was today. Sure, for such a big guy with such a needlessly large sword, he was far more nimble that your average knight or mercenary, but it wasn't enough to overcome the white hawk. After those three years of serving Griffith and winning his battles, combined with his passion to wield his sword and surpass his old commander, he finally achieved a speed that no other human could match.

Guts dropped the dragonslayer without hesitation and swiftly strafed to his right, all the while he searched the strap across his chest plate for a throwing dagger. His strafing turned into a dive as he threw one of his small knives towards his opposition's knees.

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[Bryan]

Alucard remained in the same position, holding the gun in the same place he had aimed it before. With the sadistic smirk still on his face, he watched the Black Swordsman dart across, noticing his massive sword and aware of the dagger flying at his knee.

The vampire moved in what appeared to be a red blur to his right, the dagger missing it's target and sinking into Alucard's left thigh. Once Guts' attack was evaded, Alucard paused, looking at his leg where the knife had punctured deeply.

A slow smile spread across his face and turned to laughter.

"Oh my. It appears as though you've misplaced one of your daggers. Allow me..." he sneered.

Rather than pull the dagger out, Alucard proceeded to push it completely through his leg, grinning at Guts all the while until it exited on the opposite side of it's entry. He then tossed the dagger to the ground by Guts' feet.

"You should be more careful with those toys. You could really hurt somebody."

Alucard then raised the Jackyl to his mouth, biting down and cocking the massive gun again, giving a slight chuckle and glaring at his opponent. He aimed the gun at Guts and spoke again.

"If it's okay with you, I'm going to end this now. When you get to hell, tell the devil who sent you!"

Alucard began to rapid fire the gun in Gut's direction all the while laughing as though he were completely mad.

[Gorath Sodom]

Guts was feeling out of character after witnessing the vampire's masochistic deed. Any normal man would likely piss himself and turn heel, but the Black Swordsman feared nothing and no one. All this did was increase his blood lust... and to terminal levels.

Once again, the Berserker Armor's grip was taking hold on him, destroying any conscious thought and forcing him to focus on the beastly instinct to destroy. His single functioning eye began to narrow greatly, it narrowed to the point that the iris and pupil vanished.

The young mage could sense the dark energy overtaking the century slayer once again. “Guts, don't do it!”

What thread left of Guts' humanity was forcing him to yield to her warning, though it wasn't enough. However, he was going to get a helping hand once again from the mysterious Skull Knight. Somehow, he could feel his aura. He looked to a balcony above to see Skull Knight, clad in his intimidating skeletal armor as always. 'You must listen to her. If you use the berserker armor against the likes of this formidable creature, there will be no turning back.' The Black Swordsman wasn't sure if he was crazy or if Skull Knight really could speak to him telepathically. Regardless, he knew the Berserker Armor was extremely dangerous, especially against an opponent as powerful as this one. In this case, it would surely steal his soul.

Guts came to his senses, realizing this battle was to be won on his own strength... and his weapons of the non-magical variety! He grinned sadistically. “You also like to play with guns, eh?” He held his prosthetic arm towards his opponent before biting down on the rope attached to it, then pulling it.

BOOM!!!

The prosthetic hand retracted and a canon ball was fired towards the vampire at frightening speeds.