I hope you're kidding. Because as far as I can see this would always end up with Naruto's win. Even Pre-shippuden Naruto would take it with ease. Charizard ain't got nothing on Gamabunta and Red despite all his hype is a normal guy.

It would be more evenly matched with is entire team against Naruto. But then if he got past them to Red he could kill him with ease so I'm still not sure how a fight like this would turn out.

Hmm, nobodies challenged for a Harry vs Voldemort fight. I am disappoint.

 

Shut your whore mouth.


I would take the challenge, if I didn't already have 2 of them due.

 

Man, loads of you guys sure have a hard-on for Red. I honestly don't see it. He was a hax character more than anything in the pokemon manga and in the origins anime I lost the ability to take him seriously even if it was a disfunctional anime counterpart.

Pair him up with any Pokemon character and he'd probably rape them silly, ass to mouth and back again. But considering Genin in Naruto can move faster than the eye can follow I doubt he'd last long against Naruto.

It's not exactly a fair match-up. Naruto has super powers and Red doesn't.

I'm interested what 2 challenges you picked up though.

 

We get it. Naruto wins. Yay. Shut up now.

 

I'm no Lamora, but I'm willing to try it out. Will either edit or post again when I've given it some serious thought and committed some words.

 

And The Zao of the Zen strikes again.

Bonus points shall be awarded if...

Spoiler

There's at least one Legendary involved.

 

What about Snape vs Harry? And I do mean a legit spell duel, not just where one overpowers the other outright, albeit it would be amusing in certain cases.

 

HBP already showed how that works out.
Unless you're thinking of a particular fic's Harry, it'd be pretty one-sided.

 

Well, I was thinking KOTOR 1 or 2, for example:

Kreia vs. Albus Dumbledore
Bastila Shan vs. Bellatrix Lestrange
Revan vs. Voldemort
HK 47 vs. Dobby

 

This reminds me of something. David Thewlis, the guy who played Remus Lupin in HP movies, looks suspiciously like Carth Onasi from KOTOR.

How about we use this and have Remus replace Carth sometime during Amnesiac!Revan's training on Dantooine?

Remus can be taken from after his death in DH.

 

I'm hardly what can be considered a good writer, and I'm not Xandrel, but I'm drunk and full of courage, and had to try goddamnit. shit, the last time I've tried any "creative writing" was like 3 years ago. Looking at it after the fact, I think there are tense errors everywhere, and I still don't know whether using him rather than it re. HK-47 worked.

But shit, this is all just to encourage writing of any kind, no?

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The candlelight shimmered against his crimson chassis as HK-47 stalked through the halls of the castle, hidden by night, with a pair of heavy blasters torn from Cassus Fett’s lifeless corpse in each hand.

The very fact that flame was used to illuminate the corridors irritated the assassin droid. He was of a specialized make, constructed and programmed by his master, Revan himself; responsible for the deaths of countless Mandalorian officers, Republic senators, Jedi knights, uppity Sith acolytes, and anyone who paid his master slight. Yet here he was, infiltrating a castle on a backwater planet on the edges of the outer rim, a planet whose squishy, humanoid inhabitants have barely mastered rudimentary space flight.

The indignity of it all chafed the droid’s circuits as he neared the portrait concealing the door of his quarry. The portrait of the fat, female meatbag slumbered, actively, as HK-47 neared, a fact he was sure would intrigue his master. Though he was a droid, he was frequently in his master’s council, and he listened. He was well aware of the limits of both the Force and technology, and these moving miracles on canvas, neither possessing any higher tech, nor Sith or Jedi talents, intrigued him greatly, even as he questioned the sanity of his master’s organic mind. The programmed assassination protocol had him advance, regardless.

He decided to test this unknown ‘painting’ with his vibroblade.

He won, relishing in the screams of the somehow-sentient painting as the ultrasonic vibrations effortlessly sheared through the canvas, and revealed the pathway beyond.

His optical sensors took in all as he advanced into a large room, filled to bursting with red seating units, bookshelves, and further living paintings. HK-47’s gaze was drawn to an enormous fire, more than ten meters high, built into the wall.

The assassin droid, for not the first time, wished Revan had programmed within him the ability to scoff, though he knew not why he was surprised. The only thing worse than meatbags were primitive meatbags, and these had to be truly primitive to rely upon flame to warm. He was so pre-occupied with his derisive thoughts that he failed to realize that the fire lacked fuel, and simply burned.

Turning his attention to the spiral staircase across the room, he began his silent trek towards his prey. As he reached the primitive lift, he was suddenly thrown back. Even as the specialized gyroscope embedded in his chassis assured that he would land on his legs, his optics focused on the new intruder, a tiny creature wearing what appeared to be… a worn bag of some sort.

“You shall not harm Harry Potter.”

Bemused, he replied, “Query: What form of being are you, and how are you aware of my quarry?”

The being narrowed its eyes, “I is being Dobby, and you shall not harm Harry Potter.”

With that, more concussive force, rivaling that of a military grade grenade, hammered into HK-47. Again landing on his legs, blaster shots were his reply.

Amazingly, the being disappeared with a spin and a pop, and the shots met with the wall’s stone, sparks flying. Before the droid could process this, another attack impacted his back, making him crash into the wall.

As he rose to his feet, he saw the diminutive creature’s smug impression, saw his crossed arms.

Fully erect, his arm extended and wrist joint flaring, the air between the droid and the creature became flame. HK-47 continued the onslaught for several seconds, incinerating much of the room beyond his target even as his other hand sprayed blaster fire.

“Statement: It appears that you are no longer in any position to stop me, you tiny, crispy meatbag.”

As he finished his gloating, his optical sensors noted movement above. As he raised his head, he saw the infuriating creature perched on a candlelight fixture, the device swaying beneath his weight.

Before he could raise his blasters, another batch of force impacted him, unable to harm him, but far more than enough to inconvenience him. He had barely risen to his feet when he was impacted again, this time by a gargantuan chunk of stone. Processors ringing and compensating from the impact, he rose his blasters and indiscriminately carpeted the area with fire, desiring that one blast of plasma would catch his opponent.

A squeaky voice disillusioned that hope. .

“Leave now.”

He used the reprieve to analyze the being which had dropped to the floor. It was breathing heavily, and though it was clearly fatigued, the resolve in its eyes did not waver.

“Statement: Foolish meatbag, I can see even now how you tire. You lack the ability to maintain your usage of the Force, and even if you could, I cannot be dismantled so easily.”

The being snapped its fingers, and HK-47 found himself being bombarded by more stone. He fell.

But then he rose, the Telosian plasteel that comprised his outer shell, reinforced by composite plating, easily weathering the blows. He was a Jedi-hunter. The being assaulting it was strong in the Force, but without a lightsaber, it was merely a matter of time. His left blaster rose, peppering the location with fire, as his other arm lifted towards the chandelier and blanketed the area with specialized waves, hoping that the creature had retreated back up to the chandelier.

He was rewarded as he noticed the organic being plummet to the ground, paralyzed by his neural pacifier.

“Exclamation: That outcome exceeded calculated probabilities. Suggestion: Next time, try not be so predictable. Addendum: Oh, wait…”

HK-47 may have exceeded the heat sink capabilities of his blasters during that… satisfying salvo.

Being beyond the satisfaction of further gloating, and resolving to inform his master about the capabilities of the non-human force users of this world, the machine turned back towards the stairway, inexorably marching towards his target.

But he was halted.

A tall, humanoid creature suddenly materialized within his path, arm raised and with a stick pointed towards him. Blasters raised as a reflex, he took in the humanoid's appearance: animated stars and moons danced along his robes, and a beard hung down to his waist. HK-47 was dragged from his observations by a cold, sure voice.

“I know not what you are, why you are here, nor why you have slain that house elf, but I must insist that you leave my school. Immediately.”

 

You have captured the essence of HK-47 very well. Good work!

And that last sentence by Albus, chilling and yet so in character.

 

Yes, it was fun to see the psychopathic meat bag hater again. Query, lol.

If someone wants to give me a Star Wars\Harry Potter crossover...

 

Yoda v. Dumbledore . . .

What have I done?!

/Annakin

 

Fuck you all this is mine. MINE.

After I finish my HP/Otachi fight. Which is stuck at around 2.5k words.

Lyrium, can I steal your challenge and give you another?

 

I still demand to see Voldemort vs Orochimaru. Both at their top form.

I mean, come on, two Snake Guys? These guys are very similar and the fight between them would be of the ages.

 

Snape vs Wastelands!Harry maybe?

 

As fun as that sounds, I feel like this is almost a waste of time (heh) for that Harry. I could honestly see him taking on beings like Sauron, Sideous, or Sage of the Six Paths with all the magic he knows.

 

Sidious it is then!

 

Erm...500 words? Half an hour? Heh. Answering the Lupin vs Greyback challenge.



“Don’t worry. It will be perfectly simple.”


“Do not under-estimate him, Remus.” Dumbledore had peered over his glasses at the younger wizard, a hint of disapproval in his gaze. “I know you think of him as a mindless beast, but he is quite dangerous. You know this.”


“He was dangerous,” Remus had responded calmly. “He was dangerous because I was a child – I didn’t even own a wand when he attacked me. Now? I’ve got twenty years of magical study and a war and a half of experience under my belt. All he has is brutality, and that’s nothing to me.”


That had been an hour ago. Remus had seen little to change his opinion. Greyback had first been sighted in the Forest about a month ago, and Dumbledore had quickly posted Order members at every entrance to the school, whether commonly known or otherwise. There had been some muttering about the Headmaster’s decision not to simply go into the Forest after the werewolf, but it seemed an obvious trap to Remus, and what was the sense in deliberately springing a trap? Which had been fine right up until some of the younger inhabitants of Hogsmeade had returned home screaming.


It was not yet the full moon, so they would not suffer the change, but Dumbledore’s hand had been forced, and Remus had immediately volunteered for the job. How could he not? He would not have been able to think himself any kind of man at all if he had stayed quiet.


Somewhat to his surprise, he found that he was actually rather enjoying the role of hunter, if enjoying was the word he wanted. It was an unusual experience; he had spent much of the first war working undercover, a thankless task that had left even some of his closest friends doubting him, and he had been repeating the job for too much of the current conflict. He was sick of it, and he had to admit if only to himself that the knowledge he would be unable to return to the werewolf clans after bringing in Greyback warmed his heart in a way little else had of late. And the smile Tonks had given him as he left the castle suggested she was impressed at his nerve, which warmed his heart in very different ways.


He paused as the path he was following came to a clearing. The Forest was quiet – he hated to say too quiet, but it was – and he wondered how much harm Greyback had caused in the last month. That was perhaps something Dumbledore had not considered in his reluctance not to give in to the obvious trap; the centaurs could take care of themselves, he was sure, but there were many more creatures in the Forest not clever or dangerous enough to defend themselves. And despite his confidence, Greyback was proving to be elusive. It was a common misconception about werewolves that even when not transformed, they had special powers – that was probably where a great deal of the bigotry sprang from, Remus believed, Wizarding culture not being overly tolerant of difference – but that was not true. He was no stronger than the next person, probably weaker, and his senses were perfectly normal.


At least, they were when he wasn’t enchanting himself. There was a spell for pretty much anything you could think of, after all, and although Remus knew that he would forever be introduced even in friendly company as ‘Remus Lupin, Werewolf’, in his own head, he defined himself as a bloody good wizard, thank you very much. His hearing was sharpened to the extent that he could hear the rustling of leaves on the other side of the clearing; his nose so sensitive that he could still discern the scent of Hagrid’s home cooking, a mile into the Forest; his eyes were alert to even the tiniest of movements. But he could not find any special sign of Greyback. He was not, at this stage, overly concerned by this. It wasn’t as if he knew what Greyback smelt like, and he wasn’t familiar enough with the Forest to know what was a normal scent or not. Not anymore, anyway.


No, he couldn’t track Greyback any better than the next (reasonably intelligent) wizard, but he felt that he might have an inkling of how his quarry thought. The clearing in front of him, for instance. A good spot for an ambush, or not? On the one hand, it would be easier for him to see an attack coming, and he would another few seconds to raise a defence, which could make all the difference. On the other hand, many wizards would find themselves subconsciously relaxing on arrival in the clearing. The narrow pathways through the Forest were a nightmare to duel in, resulting in a more tightly wound opponent. In the clearing, despite the open views, Greyback might just have the element of surprise. If there was an ambush planned at all. For all he knew, Greyback didn’t know he was being tracked. Hell, he might have left – he wasn’t stupid, he would have to know that his attack on the children would draw down Dumbledore’s wrath.


It was his indecision that nearly got him killed. The spells on his ears alerted him to the noise to his left mere seconds before something vast, and hairy, erupted from the twisting trees to tear at his throat. It was just enough time; he twisted to avoid the attack, bringing his wand to bear and snapping off a curse. Greyback was just as quick though, darting back into the trees with a low snarl echoing behind him. The spell winged uselessly into the trees, and one burst into blueish flames.


Remus stood still for a moment, weighing up options, then whipped his wand around his body in a complex motion. The air around him started to shimmer, and he started to move cautiously toward the clearing. He was starting to think that an open space around him was just what was needed.
Greyback’s next attack was just as unexpected, coming from the right this time, but the solid air around him acted just as it was supposed to. Greyback rebounded, treating Remus to a brief glimpse of a look of astonishment before he darted away again. Remus grinned. The werewolf was fast, faster than he could ever have imagined – and how the hell had he managed to get to the other side of the path without Remus seeing or hearing him? – but his theory appeared to be holding up. Against a prepared wizard, all the speed and savagery in the world would do him no good.
He made the clearing, and quickly set to work. As confident as he was that this would be a brief encounter, there was no harm in having contingency plans.


As he finished weaving the enchantments around the clearing, he looked up. Where the path continued on the other side, Greyback was crouched, watching him. His eyes glowed an unnatural yellow in the darkness, and he wore a savage grin.


“I know you, wolf.”


Remus could not control the shudder that ran through him. It was a voice out of the past that brought back too many nightmares.


“Yes…we’ve met before, haven’t we? I see you don’t appreciate the gifts I gave you.”


“Gift?” Remus spat. “You really are insane, aren’t you?” He wasn’t going to dignify Greyback with further discussion; he lashed his wand through the air, and the ground around Greyback exploded, sending the werewolf running with a whine. He didn’t retreat as far this time though, clearly intending to attack further, and that was fine with Remus. With the werewolf sticking close, his magically enhanced senses could track him easily, and he kept up a barrage of spells that all lagged just a little behind Greyback. The werewolf probably thought that was down to his speed, right until he got a little too close to one of the trees Remus had enchanted. Whip fast, the branches lashed themselves around Greyback, yanking him off his feet and binding him close, face first into the trunk.
Remus lowered his wand, approaching with a satisfied smile. “I knew you’d be easy enough.”


Greyback twisted, scrabbling at the trunk and snarling.


“I was terrified of you for years, you know. I thought you’d ruined my life – you did, in so many ways. But you’re just a thug, aren’t you? A thug who can only hurt children unless you’ve got bigger friends with you. You’re pathetic.”


Greyback fell silent, stopped moving. For a moment, Remus had the bizarre impression that his comments might actually have sunk in. Then the werewolf flexed. The branches around him splintered, and he dug his fingers into the tree trunk. He threw his head back, letting out a roar, and he ripped the tree out of the ground and swung it at Remus. The younger wizard found himself knocked backwards across the clearing, coming to rest in a heap. He lay there, dazed, stunned. There was no way Greyback could have done that. He didn’t even have a wand, as far as anyone could tell!


The werewolf let out another roar, and Remus raised his head to find the tree sailing across the clearing towards him. A flash of his wand, and it exploded, but all that meant was that he was hit by a barrage of smaller, sharper missiles, rather than one crushing one. A mixed blessing. He tried to climb to his feet, now dripping blood from various cuts, but Greyback was upon him, his breath hot and rank.


“Pathetic? Pathetic? I’m going to rip your fucking heart out! Nobody raises a wand to me! Nobody!”


Remus cried out as Greyback bit deep into his wand arm, and he dropped his wand. With a bellow, Greyback tossed him away into the trees, and a branch stabbed into his back.


Impaled on the tree, barely able to stand, Remus realised for the first time that his hatred and contempt for the werewolf had been replaced. The fear that had haunted him for so much of his young life was back, and worse than ever. Greyback was monstrous. It wasn’t just that he was a werewolf – his strength and speed were unnatural.


“What…what have you…” he wheezed, as Greyback prowled towards him. The werewolf tilted Remus’ head back, his yellow eyes boring into him.


“The Dark Lord is a generous ally.”


Enchantment. The word swam through Remus’ befuddled brain. Rumour and a certain amount of evidence had long suggested that Voldemort had worked some foul sorceries on his own body, altering himself in a variety of ways. The thought that he might be performing such magic on others…it would explain Greyback’s power. But how to get past it?


“You know, I’m really, really pleased you came out here tonight,” Greyback continued. “I’ve been trying to work out how to get into the castle for weeks, but this is perfect.”


“You think…they’ll let you in…just because you’ve got me?” Remus choked out a laugh. “I’m not that important.”


“Who said anything about hostages?” Greyback leant in, clacking his teeth together. “I’m just going to wear your face!”


It took a moment for Remus to realise that, in a world where shapechanging was perfectly possible, Greyback probably meant that threat literally. Well sod that. “If you insist.” He threw his head forward, and there was a satisfying crack from Greyback’s nose as his forehead connected. The werewolf staggered away, and Remus tore himself off the branch impaling him. Agony spread through him, threatening to send him to his knees, but he fought through the pain. Where was his wand?


But Greyback recovered quicker than he had hoped. The werewolf grabbed his shoulder, spinning him round and clawing at his face. Remus whimpered, and immediately cut the sound off. He was not going to give Greyback the satisfaction. This time, he went with his fists, pummelling Greyback’s torso with as much strength as he could muster, which wasn’t a lot. Greyback laughed the blows off. The werewolf’s next blow sent Remus to his knees, and the follow up kick shattered ribs and threw him backwards once more.


Merlin. He was coughing up blood. Remus pushed himself back onto all fours, trying to lift himself off the ground. How had this happened? He was…he was…he grinned through the pain. If Sirius had been alive, he would probably have taken great pleasure in describing it as wolfish. He was kneeling over his wand. Through the pain, his still enhanced senses picked up Greyback’s leisurely approach; he had clearly now dismissed Remus as a threat, and honestly, Remus could not blame him. He needed to act fast. He feigned a collapse, falling across his wand and palming it as he rolled over. Greyback laughed, and Remus conjured silver.


Traditionally, silver arrows were used. Perhaps a spear or something similar for a particularly large werewolf. Tonight, Remus was beyond anything elaborate. He was beyond trying to take Greyback alive. He simply filled the space between them with a cloud of liquid silver.


Greyback screamed, soaked in it. Burning in it. He spun away, preparing to flee, but Remus would not let him. He triggered another of the enchanted trees, and the branches reached across the clearing to grab at Greyback, elongating weirdly to get at him. When they snared him, before he could tear away, Remus turned the tree to silver. Another tree, another spell, and the silver branch shot through Greyback’s shoulder. Another his feet.



Greyback stared down at Remus, trying to work out how the fight had turned so quickly.


“Told…told you. Just an animal.”


A final spell. The ring of trees around the clearing all exploded into motion, their branches stabbing into Greyback from all angles. Their silver branches.


“And I’m not an animal. I’m a wizard.”