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Didn't Deadpool also single handedly kill the entire Marvel universe? And Dr. Doom? And Ultron? Not that I have a point.

As for the Punisher being higher than tier 3. He can't possibly be.

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@ImportantNobody - I think what Skalla and Seed is talking about is the good old days of established Arena combat. The sort of thing where your rivals and competitors are so good that the only way to cope is to strive to surpass them. The sort of epic everyone-knows-your-name-if-you-defeat-that-one-guy-you-damn-legend-you sort of thing that can't help but leave people in a comatose of awe. That is, if I got the general jizt of it :)

@Skalla - I miss the proper tier system. It was so neat. Seems to have vanished from the interwebs, as far as I can tell. It is with regret that I tell you that I have not heard of any of the mighty warriors you've mentioned, as I kept myself in the high-mid tiers while learning the ropes. I remember seeing this one guy over at Rp-Gateway pulling the coolest Tjekov's gun maneouver I've seen to date. It was simple, but elegant. He was fighting this one dude in a mecha suit, and was horribly outgunned as well as severely wounded from previous fights (this was the finale of a tournament, if I recall correctly), and he mentioned holding a grenade in one of the very first posts. Then he proceeded to get his ass kicked for several posts, before dropping the grenade which exploded right in the face of the mecha dude. If I recall correctly, the guy with the grenade got shot to pieces right afterwards.. but man, it was inspiring as hell, there is no way I can re-tell the tale in a way that does it justice.. I think I had a point, but I forgot about it half-way into the write-up.

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@Seed Having been around during parts of the older generation, a few years back. I know where you're coming from, Seed. I catch your drift. And we're not saying that you shouldn't stick around the guild for some amazing battles, and so on. Heck, maybe you'll even light that old fire. It's just that this particular Multiverse, is low-tier. It is, for some reason, not following the traditional tier system. Gods know why, but whatever. Feel free to build an Ultraverse; High-tier (or free tier) if you want. I'm sure some of us would throw some characters at it. Because why not.

@Damage - I wasn't aware there was any force behind any blows she could throw, since it was mentioned she lacked any and all strength. I haven't read her bio. I just went by what I saw. If there is force behind it, then I guess that's not what the dude was trying to say. Pay no attention to the Green fellow :)

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I figured I might as well point it out. For faster feedback.

4. I don't think he meant that it was a problem because her weapons had a certain weight, but because projectiles tend to have force and mass behind them (usually requiring the use of strength to deflect)

That is all ^_^

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I'm familiar with the problem :)

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For a moment, a feeling of disappointment crashed down upon Mordem. Was that it? Two measly gunshots and down he went? Darn it all... Wait a minute. No, he was still in the game. He smiled, relieved, as Bloodshot rolled back onto his feet, weapon in hand. Sheathing his pistol, and drawing his grappling gun in quick succession, Mordem revealed that he never planned on staying on the bike. As he closed in the distance between himself and Bobby Shaw, he fired a hook onto the building at the left street corner (his left) a run-down wooden construction that had previously resembled a fish store, as hinted by the torn up sign. As the hook pierced through the rotten wooden wall and a pillar on the second floor, Mordem jumped, flying well-past and over the staff-swinging maniac below and let go of his grappling device after flicking a small button on it's side, effectively halting the small extending roll of 60ft steel cable attached to his chest harness somewhere along the half-way click, and sending him swinging past, and around the corner. Still going at decently high, if not unfortunate, velocity.

But before he got that far, as his now-free hand moved towards his right rear belt-pouch, his mind pondered upon why somebody would have a fish store in a desert wasteland. A soft thud emitted from the ground below, 3-4m past Buckshot's location at the time of the jump; a nice little pack of C4 had found it's way from his pouch to the ground right before Mordem disappeared around the corner. Trigger still in his pouch.

Needless to say, the tale of his motorcycle ended here, totaling itself once it tipped over further down the road, crashing into a nearby cafê. Litting the whole thing on fire by the time the burning gasoline would catch up to it.

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True that. Honestly, I prefer doing things a little more along the lines of how the character would do it, rather than what's best. Maybe you noticed.

I used to go at it the other way, but that quickly turned out to make for very bland fights. This one, on the other hand, I'm already having loads of fun with.

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The bullet hit it's mark perfectly. Mordem just kept driving, as a small trail of burning gasoline ran along the side of the bike due to the overall lack of pressure contained in it's fuel tank, as is normal, regardless of it being on fire or not, apparently.. Mordem made a mental note of Bucky's desire to blow things up, and started bike surfing and shooting as he would have.

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You know. In hindsight, doing a wheelie was probably not the best idea. Totally expected you to shoot the tank, did it anyway. Yolo.

Edit: Saved by science!

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And there he was. The man of the hour! Codenamed Bloodshot, for some obscenely ironic reason Mordem assumed.

He went over the details in his mind once more, just to be on the safe side. This guy, Bloodyshots, had called him, asked him to meet him out here in the middle of nowhere, to shoot him dead, or something. Mordem had a pretty big bounty on his head, so that probably had something to do with it. He couldn't recall killing his wife, so a personal vendetta was hardly the reason. On the other hand, he was wearing a mask of sorts. Very vigilante. Not that it was of any importance. Mordem already knew who he was, this so-called Bloodspatter. Or was it Bodyblow? Eh. Whatever. He had been polite enough to introduce himself, a tactic that would normally inspire fear in the hearts of lesser men. Mordem was no lesser man, he was a god damn marvel, and he had googled Botshock before he got here, to no avail.

The man in black started talking. Something about getting some guards. For hire? Was he selling? Mordem had no idea. No attention was paid. The lack of information meant one of two things. Botox was either a pro, or a no-name looser. The latter would not have had enough style to invite him to his own assassination. Mordem had sorted it out, this guy was the son of that one ninja dude he killed this one time. They were both wearing black. Total give-away. Mordem's deductional abilities were unparalle-.. *TshCHING* A bullet flew past him, he had swung his sword and deflected it a few milliseconds before it would have hit him right in the heart.

Mordem squinted. A gun? What kind of ninja uses a gun? "What the fuck!?" He shouted, "You're not a real ninja!" and twisted the handle of his motorcycle, accelerating forward, doing a small wheelie for the hell of it. As the bike was moving, gaining speed and balance, he; in one fluid motion, got his left foot onto the the handle, and the right onto his seat, as he pulled his trusty handgun with his left hand. He started surfing his bike at high velocity.

(( If Bloodshot has not started shooting at him again by this point: ))

Driving towards the man in black at 60mph, Mordem decided to make his first move in similar style as his opponent; checking how he dealt with bullets. Two shots were fired in quick succession. One at his chest, and one at his thigh.