Vampire Hunter D Vol.4 "Tale of the Dead Town"
Bowing and excusing himself, the physician did an about face. Just above him, there was a flash of silvery light. A bolt of lightning that was about to strike his head was split in half, and the fragments twitched on the ground. Completely oblivious to what had happened, Dr. Tsurugi raced off.
@ReiKai: @ReiKai: how about yu post all these feats of D instead of talking about them.
as for your argument against Sdk characters. they defy the laws of physics on a daily basis....being feared an d considered being the most powerful in your own verse means jack shit in another verse. post some durability feats from him.
post destructive feats from him.
what is the most he regened from?
can he tank below absolute zero attacks?
can he resist amped gravity?
can he prevent himself from being sealed?
can he tank fire hotter than the hottest white flames??
post some feats please because as far as im concerned he'd be mid tier in SDK at best.
oh and akabane is from getbackers
That's a very low-end feat. The engagement against Larmica was much faster.
Vampire Hunter D Vol.5 "The Stuff of Dreams" Page 166-167
Ten feet lay between the two of them. D would be a heartbeat too late to do anything about the stake gun
Sheriff Krutz pulled the trigger. The pressurized gas cylinder inside the firing mechanism gave the one-pound stake a speed of twenty-three hundred feet per second, but it was struck down before D's chest by a silvery flash of light. As the saying went, D's sword could cut down a laser beam.
VHD Vol. 1 pg. 31:
"Before she'd finished speaking, a streak of white light shot towards her breast from D's left hand. In fact, it was a foot long needle he'd taken out at some point and thrown faster than the naked eye could follow. It was made of wood. As it traveled at that unfathomable speed, the needle burned from the friction of the air, and the white light was from those flames."
Vampire Hunter D Vol.5 "The Stuff of Dreams" Page 164
"This time we'll be using these," dozens of mounted Harold images declared in unison, showing the weapons they had in their right hands: rough wooden stakes. "I hear these things work just dandy on dhampirs, too. And just so you know, we're all real. If there're a hundred of us, we'll drive a hundred stakes into you. Except we're gonna do it a little differently. Like this!"
Streaks of white light flew from the right hands of a few of them. As the whirling stakes rained down on him from horseback, D became a black wind and dashed into action.
Perhaps the images of Harold in the foremost row knew what they were doing as they called out to attack in low voices, each with a stake in one hand. The question remained: what would happen when the lone beautiful figure collided with the countless black ones?
If Harold's plan had a single miscalculation, it was from experience rather than the lack of it -- and conjectures he'd made about D's speed and strength with a sword based on their previous battle. None of the wooden stakes the false images brought down met anything but air. Everytime the black shape moved between them like a mystic bird with the hem of his coat flashing out around him, countless Harold images were cut in half, merging with the air as they vanished.
Less than twenty seconds later, D stood motionless and alone on the clear, moonlit ground.
Director David O Russel and Crew do the Hustle in a baroque comedic farce with some real humanity to it.