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o.O wow....she takes no prisoners *whistles*


and they also have kick a** swords that give you blisters in the case of a near miss, rivven razz

And Ava has two huge Revolvers made out of silver and blessed and all, the grenades and some incredible martial arts.


. . . poor Ultima sweatdrop

All the blessedness means is that if the demon actually wakes up for some reason fighting them, they could actually do some damage to it that might last for more than a couple minutes. But then, if the demon really got free, and did more than just take over Rivven's body, I think it would be more of a threat to anything alive in the area than these guys, unless they had a way to seal it.

And I've heard that they have nice electrified swords, though I wonder if it works better or worse than the vibrating edged knives in eva. Probably mixing the two would be rather effective, but, anyway, the point is not to give them a chance to hit back regardless of what they have. Rivven would start by creating a mist. Once he'd noticed them traking him through the mist, he would make a retreat and use water doppelgangers to try and do the job. Probably quite effective in sneaking as thier body temp would match that of the area around them roughly, not stick out like a person. But, no matter what they did, the point of combat alone is you need to avoid harm and find a way to still watch your enemy in action until you can identify their weakness and exploit it.

I imagine it is. And I've said about all I can, though I like how well prepared they are, so I guess there is no reason left for me to continue in the conversation at this point. Anything else you want to talk about, on subject of the soldiers or otherwise?

Darn... I saved links for when my comp had that glitch with the BA forum... but I forgot to save a link to the garden because not much had been happening there.

Meaning you deleted the thread, or just the garden's destroyed? I want to see what these guys have been up to there.

Well I'm chatting with some other people and they're happy for the war. I say as long as we put up a good show things will work out. To quote Hellsing at the moment.


Gentlemen, I love var. Gentlemen, I love var. Gentlemen. I so love vaw. I love holocaust. I love blitzkrieg. I love onslaught. I love defensive. I love besiegement. I love breakthrough. I love retreat. I love mop-up. I love vithdrawal. On the plains, in the streets, in the trenches, on the prairies, on the tundra, in the desert, on the sea, in the sky, in the mud, in the svamp. I cherish each und every vay var can be vaged on this earth. I love the thunderous roar of all artillery arrayed at the battle line firing at once, as it blows avay the enemy line. My heart dances ven the boies of enemy troops are hurled into the air in pieces from a direct hit. I love it ven a tiger tank smashes un enemy tank vith its 88mm cannon. It left a varm feeling in my chest vhen the enemy soldiers vould jump screaming from the blazing tank, only to be mowed down by machine gun fire. I love it ven the infantry ranks owerrun the enemy line, bayonets first. It move me ven I remeber the sight of a new recruit in a state of panic, stabbing un already dead enemy soldier over und over. I can hardly contain myself, thinking of hanging the defeatist deserters from streetlights. Und it ist superb ven the enmy prisoner scream in time vith the shriek escaping from the schmeisser I hold as I mow him down. I even remeber distinctly the 4.8 ton shrapnel shells from the Dora pulverizing whole city blocks. Vhere the pitiful resistance fighters heroically stood up against us vith their assorted small arms. I love the Russkie armored divsions thrown into disorder. It ist a very very sad thin ven the villages they should haf protected to the death are owerru und and vomen und children are wiolated und killed. I love the Enlighs un American var machines being crushed and annihilated. Their creeping about on the ground like vermin, chased y the Jabo, ist the height of humiliation. Gentlemen. I vish to see a var vorthy of one in hell itself. Gentlemen, my Battalion of comrades who follow me... Pray tell, vat do you vish for? Do you vish for var as a matter of course? Do you vish for a merciless shitlike var? Do you vish for a stormlike conflict vich runs the gamut of blowing steel and striking flame, killing ewery crow in the entire vorld? KRIEG! KRIEG! KRIEG! Vey vell. THEN LET IT BE KRIEG. All out strength ist held in a clenched fist, poised to strike. But for ve who haff continued to endure a whole half century in the depths of these dark shadows a simple var is no longer enough! A GREAT VAR! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION! Ve are merely one battalion, no more then a thousand troops remnants. But I believe that all you are matchless hardened weterans. So Gentelmen, together ve are un army of powerful as a million regular soldiers. Let us rouse those slumbering ones who drove us into the realm of forgetfulness. Let us seize them by their hair, drag them down, open their eyes, und make them remeber. Ve shall make them remeber the taste of terror. Ve shall make them remeber the sound of our var boots. Ve shall remind them that something in the interval between heaven und earth they don't even recall vith their philosophy does indeed exist. The Kampf Gruppe of a Thousand Wampires vill burn the world to a crisp. Let's go. Gentlemen.

Haven't read hellsing, but somebody lent me the anime, and it was decent enough. If I can ever get it without buying it, because I'm just that cheap, I think I will.