Originally posted by Parmaniac
They also see him (the guy you're defending), the prob is they run away from him and don't try to attack. One guy is even looking at him.
They see him in the beginning but they don't see the attack because it happened so fast to not be seen or reacted too. He beat them senseless in less than a second. Look like he took a step and after that, all 12 of them was laid out. Insane combat speed ft.
Problem is that you give no criteria for how to evaluate what is faster - to you it's all subjective and based on art style. You can challenge anyone to show something faster, but no matter what they post you will just say "nope, that doesn't look faster to me". You're arguing purely based on SUBJECTIVE OPINION with no way of quantifying anything. ****, I could do the same thing if I wanted - I could go find that panel of Spider-Man making 10 zillion afterimages and asking you show me something matching that, then just dismiss anything you post by saying "sorry, doesn't look faster to me".
How can you not realize how full of shit you are?
Originally posted by carver9
I challenge someone to show me something from a meta matching it (minus any Flash).
Originally posted by Endless Mike
Problem is that you give no criteria for how to evaluate what is faster - to you it's all subjective and based on art style. You can challenge anyone to show something faster, but no matter what they post you will just say "nope, that doesn't look faster to me". You're arguing purely based on SUBJECTIVE OPINION with no way of quantifying anything. ****, I could do the same thing if I wanted - I could go find that panel of Spider-Man making 10 zillion afterimages and asking you show me something matching that, then just dismiss anything you post by saying "sorry, doesn't look faster to me".How can you not realize how full of shit you are?
Originally posted by Badabing
Originally posted by Endless Mike
Problem is that you give no criteria for how to evaluate what is faster - to you it's all subjective and based on art style. You can challenge anyone to show something faster, but no matter what they post you will just say "nope, that doesn't look faster to me". You're arguing purely based on SUBJECTIVE OPINION with no way of quantifying anything. ****, I could do the same thing if I wanted - I could go find that panel of Spider-Man making 10 zillion afterimages and asking you show me something matching that, then just dismiss anything you post by saying "sorry, doesn't look faster to me".How can you not realize how full of shit you are?
Creating after images and hitting 12 men in less than the blink of an eye is two completely different things. Stop getting mad over previous, 5 yr old debates we've had. Get over it.
Originally posted by Endless Mike
What do you mean "less than the blink of an eye"? WTF is that supposed to mean? Quantify that shit. Show your math, or you've got nothing.
I dont need any math when the guy beat down 12 men in less than a second. Why would I need to calculate that? He instantly ripped through them and made it to the other side of the panel before the attacks even finished. I don't care how fast it is...I know its fast enough that majority of the meta class can't repeat it unless you have scans.
You know what, let's try a little experiment. What do you think of this, carver? This is from a novel, so there is no art to influence your judgment:
Kassad approved of the way the Ousters had prepared their defenses. The two assault boats were grounded less than half a kilometer apart, their guns, projectors, and missile turrets covering each other and a full three hundred and sixty degrees of fire. Ouster ground troops had been busy digging revetments a hundred meters out from the boats and Kassad could see at least two EM tanks hull down, their projection arrays and launch tubes commanding the wide, empty moor between the Poets' City and the boats. Kassad's vision had been altered; he could see the overlapping ship containment fields as ribbons of yellow haze, the motion sensors and antipersonnel mines as eggs of pulsing red light.He blinked, realizing that something was wrong with the image. Then it came to him: besides the thickness of the light and his enhanced perception of energy fields, nothing was moving. The Ouster troops, even those set in attitudes of motion, were as stiff as the toy soldiers he had played with as a boy in the Tharsis slums. The EM tanks were dug into their hull-down positions, but Kassad noticed that now even their acquisition radars - visible to him as concentric purple arcs - were motionless. He glanced skyward and saw some sort of large bird hanging in the sky, as unmoving as an insect frozen in amber. He passed a cloud of windblown dust hanging suspended, extended one chrome hand, and flicked spirals of particles to the ground.
Ahead of them, the Shrike strode casually through the red maze of sensor-mines, stepped over the blue lines of tripbeams, ducked under the violet pulses of the autofire scanners, passed through the yellow containment field and the green wall of the sonic defense perimeter, and walked into the assault boat's shadow. Moneta and Kassad followed.
-How is this possible? Kassad realized that he had posed the question through a medium that was something less than telepathy but something far more sophisticated than implant conduction.
-He controls time.
-The Pain Lord?
-Of course.
-Why are we here?Moneta gestured toward the motionless Ousters. -They are your enemies.
Kassad felt that he was finally awaking from a long dream. This was real. The Ouster trooper's eyes, unblinking behind his helmet, were real. The Ouster assault boat, rising like a bronze tombstone to his left, was real.
Fedmahn Kassad realized that he could kill them all - commandos, assault boat crew, all of them - and they could do nothing about it. He knew that time had not stopped - any more than it stopped while a ship was under Hawking drive - it was merely a matter of varying rates. The bird frozen above them would complete the flap of its wings given enough minutes or hours. The Ouster in front of him would close his eyes in a blink if Kassad had the patience to watch long enough. Meanwhile, Kassad and Moneta and the Shrike could kill all of them without the Ousters realizing they were under attack.
It was not fair, Kassad realized. It was wrong. It was the ultimate violation of the New Bushido, worse in its way than the wanton murder of civilians. The essence of honor lay in the moment of combat between equals. He was about to communicate this to Moneta when she said/thought - Watch.
Time began again with an explosion of sounds not unlike the rush of air into an airlock. The bird soared and circled overhead. A desert breeze threw dust across the static-charged containment field. An Ouster commando rose from one knee, saw the Shrike and the two human shapes, screamed something over his tactical comm channel, and raised his energy weapon.
The Shrike did not seem to move - to Kassad it merely ceased being here and appeared there. The Ouster commando emitted a second, shorter scream, and then looked down in disbelief as the Shrike's arm withdrew with the man's heart in its bladed fist. The Ouster stared, opened his mouth as if to speak, and collapsed.
Kassad turned to his right and found himself face to face with an armored Ouster. The commando ponderously lifted a weapon. Kassad swung his arm, felt the chrome forcefield hum, and saw the flat of his hand cut through body armor, helmet, and neck. The Ouster's head rolled in the dust.
Kassad leaped into a low trench and saw several troopers begin to turn. Time was still out of joint; the enemy moved in extreme slow motion one second, jerked like a damaged holo to four-fifths speed in the next instant. They were never as quick as Kassad. Gone were his thoughts of the New Bushido. These were the barbarians who had tried to kill him. He broke one man's back, stepped aside, jabbed rigid, chrome fingers through the body armor of a second man, crushed the larynx of a third, dodged a knife blade moving in slow motion and kicked the spine out of the knife wielder. He leaped up out of the ditch.
-Kassad!
Kassad ducked as the laser beam crept past his shoulder, burning its way through the air like a slow fuse of ruby light. Kassad smelled ozone as it crackled past. Impossible. I've dodged a laser! He picked up a stone and flung it at the Ouster manning the tank-mounted hellwhip. A sonic boom cracked; the gunner exploded backward. Kassad pulled a plasma grenade from a corpse's bandolier, leaped up to the tank hatch, was thirty meters away before the explosion geysered flame as high as the assault boat's bow.Kassad paused in the eye of the storm to see Moneta in the center of her own circle of carnage. Blood splashed her but did not adhere, flowing like oil on water across the rainbow curves of chin, shoulder, breast, and belly. She looked at him across the battlefield and Kassad felt a renewed surge of bloodlust in himself.
Behind her, the Shrike moved slowly through the chaos, choosing victims as if he were harvesting. Kassad watched the creature wink in and out of existence and realized that to the Pain Lord he and Moneta would appear to be moving as slowly as the Ousters did to Kassad.
Time jumped, moved to four-fifths speed. The surviving troops were panicking now, firing into one another, deserting their posts, and fighting to get aboard the assault boat. Kassad tried to realize what the past minute or two had been like for them: blurs moving through their defensive positions, comrades dying in great gouts of blood. Kassad watched Moneta moving through their ranks, killing at her leisure. To his amazement, he discovered that he had some control of time: blink and his opponents slowed to one-third speed, blink and events moved at nearly their normal pace. Kassad's sense of honor and sanity called out for him to stop the slaughter but his almost sexual bloodlust overpowered any objections.
Someone in the assault boat had sealed the airlock and now a terrified commando used a shaped plasma charge to blow the portal open. The mob pressed in, trampling the wounded in their flight from unseen killers. Kassad followed them in.
The phrase "fight like a cornered rat" is an extremely apt description. Throughout the history of military encounters, human combatants have been known to fight at their fiercest when challenged in enclosed spaces where flight is not an option. Whether in the passageways of La Haye Sainte and Hougoumont at Waterloo or in the Hive tunnels of Lusus, some of the most terrible hand-to-hand battles in history have been fought in cramped spaces where no retreat is possible. It was true this day. The Ousters fought... and died... like cornered rats.
The Shrike had disabled the assault boat. Moneta remained outside to kill the threescore commandos who had stayed at their posts. Kassad killed those within.
In the end, the final assault boat fired on its doomed counterpart. Kassad was outside by then and he watched the particle beams and high-intensity lasers creep towards him, followed an eternity later by missiles which seemed to move so slowly that he could have written his name on them in flight. By that time all of the Ousters were dead in and around the overrun boat, but its containment field held. Energy dispersion and impact explosions tossed corpses around on the outer perimeter, set fire to equipment, and glazed the sand to glass, but Kassad and Moneta watched from inside a dome of orange flame as the remaining assault boat retreated to space.
-Can we stop them? Kassad was panting, pouring sweat, and literally quivering from excitement.
-We could, replied Moneta, but we do not want to. They will carry the message to the swarm.
Originally posted by carver9
I dont need any math when the guy beat down 12 men in less than a second.
Here you contradict yourself.
How do you know it was less than a second without using math? Was it stated? No. Then prove it. You can't just make up numbers.
Let's for a second assume it did take a second. He moved maybe a dozen meters, being generous. 12 meters per second is slower than a car! The speed of sound is almost 30 times faster than that. Yes, he had to react to all of those guys and hit them, but that would still be occurring at far less than the speed of sound.
Anyone who can, for example, dodge a bullet in flight would shit on that.
Why would I need to calculate that? He instantly ripped through them and made it to the other side of the panel before the attacks even finished. I don't care how fast it is...I know its fast enough that majority of the meta class can't repeat it unless you have scans.
So you don't know how fast it is... but you know it is faster than people with speed feats beyond hypersonic. Suuuuure. 🙄
Again, you are basing this on completely subjective crap. Showing you scans won't mean anything, because you can just say "nope, doesn't look faster to me". This is intellectual laziness at its worst.
Originally posted by Endless Mike
Here you contradict yourself.How do you know it was less than a second without using math? Was it stated? No. Then prove it. You can't just make up numbers.
Let's for a second assume it did take a second. He moved maybe a dozen meters, being generous. 12 meters per second is slower than a car! The speed of sound is almost 30 times faster than that. Yes, he had to react to all of those guys and hit them, but that would still be occurring at far less than the speed of sound.
Anyone who can, for example, dodge a bullet in flight would shit on that.
So you don't know how fast it is... but you know it is faster than people with speed feats beyond hypersonic. Suuuuure. 🙄
Again, you are basing this on completely subjective crap. Showing you scans won't mean anything, because you can just say "nope, doesn't look faster to me". This is intellectual laziness at its worst.
Ok, show me a combat scene that's faster Mike.