Description[]
Call of Duty vs Splinter Cell! These two soldiers are masters at infiltration and stealth, have pretty much saved the world from entering World War III, and both have plenty of guns at their disposal, and like war, now one of them has to die.
Interlude[]
Kaiya: War. War never changes-
Counter: Oh, don't start. Anyway, in the midst of World War III, people are separated from the weak to the resiliant. Teamwork is important, and if someone saves the world, they will be regarded as a hero.
Damien: Captain Price, codename Bravo 6 the cigar-smoking badass of Call of Duty.
Hannah: And Sam Fisher, codename Zero, Paperboy, a bunch of things, really, the ultimate predator of Splinter Cell.
Counter: I'm Counter, and these are my partners, Damien, Kai and Hannah!
Kaiya: And we've taken over from Wiz and Boomstick to analyse their weapons, armour and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
Captain Price[]
Counter: The Special Air Service, also known as the SAS, takes on many roles. Covert reconnaissance, counter-terrorism, direct action, and hostage rescue. While classified, respected and vital for the military, it still needs a leader. The leader of the so-called 'Bravo Team' was Bravo 6, otherwise known as Captain John Price.
Kaiya: Price had previously taken off the arm of arms dealer Imran Zakhaev in a failed assasination to stop the distribution of nuclear material, but knocking off Zakhaev's arm came with...a few side-effects. He became ruthless, and ultranationalist, and fired thousands of nuclear bombs at the US.
Damien: But Price, through a joint operation with the USMC, lead his team to disarm the missiles. With the help of John 'Soap' MacTavish, Gaz, Griggs and others, they managed to stop the US Eastern Seaboard from nuclear annhialation. Chased on trucks, the team were gravely injured by a tanker explosion on a bridge. Price slid Soap a gun, who used it to kill Zakhaev! After this, Price formed Task Force 141, lead by General Shephard and including Soap, and soldiers named Roach, Ghost and Joseph Allen.
Hannah: But in one special operation codenamed Kingfish, Price was captured and held hostage in a gulag for 5 years. Almost left for dead, Price was later rescued by the rest of the 141, and joined them. To make a long story short, they were betrayed, got revenge, lost many members and Price killed the terrorist Vladimir Makarov, responsible, even more than Zakhaev, for starting World War III.
Counter: Obviously, Price didn't do this on his own. He's skilled with almost every gun he can find, but he does have his favourites. His M4A1 Carbine is his primary, with a muzzle velocity of 910 meters per second, and a rate of fire of 950 rounds per minute. He has the SOPMOD attachments, which grant him a Red Dot Sight, lasers, a grenaider which allows him to launch explosives at his enemies, and a special handguard.
Kaiya: It's an effective killing machine for sure! Price has put down tonnes of oh hostile soldiers with this gun, but like all of the Call of Duty games say, switching to a pistol is always faster than reloading, and Price brings an M1911 pistol to battle, which can put 85 rounds into a target in a minute at 253 meters per second! The very same pistol Soap used to take down Zakhaev!
Damien: WHile these are the main two weapons Price is seen with, he has experience with nearly all of them, like the M21 semi-automatic sniper rifle, the USP .45 handgun, AK-47 assault rifle, the M14 EBR rifle, AUG HBAR light machine gun, SCAR-H assault rifle, the powerful Desert Eagle handgun, ACR and especially the MP5, but he's able to use anything at his disposal!
Hannah: But he doesn't have just guns. If the time calls for it, Price has a combat knife he can use for quick, silent kills, oftem slitting the throat of an unsuspecting soldier. With plenty of grenades, flashbangs, claymores and C4s at his disposal to use at a moment's notice.
Counter: A flashbang is designed to disorientate an opponent. Producing a blinding light at 7 megacandela and a loud bang at 170 decibels, blinding an enemy for about 5 seconds and causing them to see afterimages and causing temporary deafness, giving an easy opportunity for a kill.
Kaiya: Price has gas masks and night-vision goggles for any stealth situation. He's navigated past many Russian soldiers as a lieutenant, even when right next to a tank, he was never spotted. He's successfully hidden his team from a helicopter with a searchlight, and has naviated through a house with Soap in the dark and was never spotted.
Damien: And to any enemy that spots him, well, it's pretty much over for you. Yeah, they claim Price is human, but like every other comic book, movie and video game out there, that's a total and utter lie!
Hannah: Price can do inhuman things. He's comparable to and fought both General Shepherd and Makarov, who are able to survive helicopter crashes with little to no injuries. I mean, after surviving a helicopter crash from the height of a waterfall, Shepherd was able to climb out, run away, incapacitate and stab Soap, and fight Price both evenly. Even though Shepherd eventually got the upper hand, both men were weakened, so it's quite unfair to judge Price's durability just from this.
Counter: What's more impressive is that, in the mission Dust to Dust, Price was able to withstand a point blank rocket from a helicopter! This isn't player-determined, this is a scripted event that was supposed to happen. We can even see from this frame, that it was point-blank:
Kaiya: Jesus! Somehow, he was still able to chase down Makarov, jump onto a helicopter, take down a pilot and passenger and cause the heliopter to crash. Even then, he was still able to hang Makarov from the ceiling! I don't know what's in those cigars, but I want em?
Counter: You mean lung cancer?
Kaiya: Exactly-! Wait, what?
Damien: Ugh. He's recovered quickly from close explosions and in the prequel short-film to Modern Warfare 2, Find Makarov - Operation Kingfish, Price took a gunshot to the arm, recovered quickly, and still manages to take down soldiers before finally getting shot again.
Hannah: I know that it doesn't seem like it's canon, but this video was posted by the official Call of Duty YouTube channel, is specifically called one of Soap's most memorable Modern Warfare moments, and it all involves Task Force 141, so it should be considered canon to the Call of Duty franchise.
Counter: He was relatively fine after a truck crash caused by an explosion, was still conscious after an explosion that knocked out Soap, and...well, let's just say a helicopter crash is nothing new to him.
Kaiya: Why are they all about helicopters...? Anyway, Price isn't just tough. He's Tonka tough, and he's buff, too! He was able to knock Roach to the ground with a single punch, after being locked up in a Gulag for 5 years, while being unphased in an explosion that took out a huge chunk of brick wall while strangling someone with a chain. Keep in mind, Roach can survive close mortar strikes will little damage.
Damien: He can kick open a wooden door so hard he splintered it, carry MacMillan while moving at full speeds, and, I don't even know how this is even possible, he punches Yuri down a full flight of stairs. Could you imagine what that looked like for him? Yuri went flying!
Hannah: But perhaps his greatest feat of strength also comes from Dust to Dust. After being in yet another helicopter crash, he manages to slam Makarov through a reinforced glass ceiling, which also withstood said helicopter crash with little to no damage. Price can truly do it all.
Counter: Like take down 3 armed guards before any of them could return fire. No matter which way you slice it, Price is a badass.
Kaiya: But even under that big dick energy shell, Price is still a mortal man, and can be put down with a well-placed bullet or knife, and he's failed in missions before, so he's definitely not perfect. Even with those flaws, age hasn't slowed Price down a bit. He's a one-man army, and he'll make sure everyone knows it.
("History is written by the victor. History is filled with liars. If he lives and we die, his truth becomes written - and ours is lost. Shepherd will a hero, 'cause all you need to change the world is one good lie and a river of blood.")
Sam Fisher[]
Counter: Born in Baltimore, Maryland in 1957, the life of Sam Fisher was always destined to end up in the military.
Kaiya: Wait, 1957? HE'S 63?!
Counter: Yep.
Kaiya: Wh-Okay- Ahem, sorry. Sam was orphaned at an early age and raised by his paternal grandmother, Sarah. But unlike most grandmas, Sarah gave Sam the worst present ever...enrollment in a military boarding school! Guardian of the year, people.
Damien: Through the boarding school, Sam learned to focus his energy, cover his tracks, destroy evidence and hone his skills on top of how to be a badass! As it turns out, Sam was particularly gifted in espionage. Like his father, Sam aspired to join the CIA and managed to, but he didn't just follow his father's footsteps, he made his own, huge ones. Through his military career, Sam's worked with the Navy SEALs, too!
Hannah: In one of his missions undercover, Sam met an NSA crypt-aanalyst named Regan Burns. After Sam, um... 'completed his mission', Regan became pregnant with Sam's child, and they had a quiet wedding. While their marraige was distant and difficult, Sam and Regan genuinely loved each other, and tried to raise their child, who they named Sarah after Sam's grandmother, and live a happy life.
Counter: And, well, unfortunately, they only spent 3 years together before divorce struck. Regan died of ovarian cancer, which left Sam alone, widowed and with a child. Facing little options, he moved back to the US and retired from espionage, studying experimental weaponry and information warfare to help father her daughter properly.
Kaiya: What a good pap. But like most video game agents, he was too good to leave and was recruited by Third Echelon of the NSA, who wanted him for their top-secret Black Ops unit-wait, Black Ops? Man, this is truly a match-up made in heaven.
Damien: Funny coincidences aside, Sam's whole career now focused on doing the impossible. Penetrating impenatrable facilities, extracting data and making daring escapes.
Hannah: But Sam never had to do these things alone. Supplied with the latest in killing technology and the help of an efficient hacker, Sam became a one-er, I mean, two-man army.
Counter: When Sam needs to kill quickly, he busts out his Five-Seven, a compact, semi-automatic handgun perfect for silent takedowns. It has a laser sight, light and sound suppressors and is Sam's preferred gun in a mission. I mean, really, if you're as stealthy as Sam you wouldn't really need to carry anything more, right?
Kaiya: N-No...If he does get spotted, Sam has everything he needs to take his enemies on. The -Oh wow, get ready for this name- SC-20K Modular Assault Weapons System is Sam's best tool for taking out the bad guys, and it's basically every gun rolled up into one. It's insane! It has the regular assault rifle mode, sniper mode in case he needs to fight from afar, a sho-Ha hah! What?! A Shotgun mode! This gun seems expensive as hell!
Damien: With a silencer, the SC-20K can kill armies without alerting anyone, and it has a bunch of toys to shoot! Aside from, well, bullets, the gun can fire EMP grenades to take out technology, gas grenades, a Sticky Shocker that sticks to enemies and electric shocks them to knock even a grown man out, a stunning rubber bullet, and even cameras that can stick into the wall.
Hannah: Sam uses the OPSAT to monitor them, and these cameras aren't those terrible store cameras that record like it's 1955, they have thermal, night and electromagnetic vision to make sure that no-one leaves his sight. Speaking of thermal and night vision, Sam's Multi-Vision Goggles come equipped with this and more. It comes with sonar, zoom functions and even footprint tracking. Even if you're alone, Sam can still see you.
Counter: In fact, Sam can't detect his own footprints, which just go to show how stealthy he really is. And while it looks like they have three giant lights coming out of them, they're actually invisible to normal, human eyes. To protect himself, Sam wears the Mark VIII Tactical Operations suit, layered with kevlar and RhinoPlate to protect from bullets and it sports a layer of Gor-Tex to keep him invisible to night vision. While weaker to higher calibre rounds, Sam's armour is a tough beast to take out.
Kaiya: But Despite all of these toys, Sam has one more trick up his sleeve, and she goes by the name...Grimm. Grimm is Sam's eye in the sky. Using technology to vibrate the bones in Sam's ears, no-one else can hear her talking except Sam. Once a school teacher-looking gal is now a world-class hacker, and she can break her way through almost any firewall.
Damien: While they do butt heads occasionally, due in part to their very different ways of handling a mission, Grimm and Sam are a formidable team!
Hannah: Sam is an efficient killing machine, able to pull off 4 headshots in 3 seconds, before the last guy could even pull out his gun. Even without his guns, Sam can completely break apart two wooden doors until they were nothing but splinters, crack bathroom tiles by casually throwing people into them and, like, kick a guy across the room.
Counter: Sam can throw a kick so powerful he can shatter glass and crack stone tables, and dent metal! This guy could have a pretty good career in football.
Kaiya: Sam's a tough son of a bitch, too! In an attempt to get close to Reed, Grimm shot Sam in the shoulder, but he was able to get up and walk fine without any medical attention! Sam can walk away from helicopter crashes like they were nothing! He's known for doing the impossible, sure, but this is like...legit impossible!
Damien: He's climbed on the side of a moving train, infiltrated the CIA itself, took down Third Echelon when he found out it was corrupt from within, created a Fourth Echelon and he's even prevented, single-handedly, a Chinese invasion of Taiwan.
Hannah: Sam may be on the older side, but nature hasn't slowed him down. He's taken inspiration from, well, Taken, and rescued his daughter from kidnappers. Sam may just be the stealthiest man in video game history. Even if you're 30 centimeters in front of him, chances are you won't see him.
(""Few presidents have ever granted the Fifth Freedom. It's the right to defend our laws, by breaking them. To safeguard secrets, by stealing them. To save lives, by taking them. To do whatever it takes to protect our country. The Fifth Freedom is mine alone. I am Sam Fisher. I am a Splinter Cell.")
Intermission[]
Counter: Alright, the combatants are set. You guys ready to do this?
Damien: Yeah!
Kaiya: Count me in!
Hannah: Of course.
Counter: Then it's time...FOR A DEATH BATTLE!
Death Battle[]
Mysterious Research Facility
The Himalayas
July 21, 2021
Captain Price
Captain John Price leant up against the wall, next to a door. On the opposite side, Sgt. Gary 'Roach' Sanderson also leant aganst the wall, holding an ACR with a heartbeat monitor close to his chin. He was obviously ready to engage, but said nothing, as usual. Instead of an ACR, Price cradled an M4A1, complete with Red Dot sight and special handgrip.
"Roach," Price adressed his partner, who looked up at him. "Open it. Silently." He nodded to the door. Quickly, Roach nodded and pushed the door open. It squeaked, but nothing to be concerned about. Unfortunately, the lights were on. Stealth wasn't an option.
"Bugger," Price murmured, groaning slightly. "Stay low to the floor, do not engage unless engaged. Understood?" Roach nodded quickly and stepped into the building, Price hot on his tail. Roach looked down the sight to his ACR, quickly rushing through the room, observing any corner. Price followed suit, he wasn't aiming down his sight, but he was also wary. Snow clung to his facial hair and the wind nearly blew his hat off, so being inside was a relief.
"Alright. Roach, I'll find the laptop and collect the data. Circle around the building and clear it out. This is important, we can't lose the data. Go." Roach didn't bother to hesitate. In a second, he shuffled down the hallway and turned left, walking away quickly. Price also rushed down the hallway, but he turned right and followed the building, staying on his toes.
Unbeknownst to the two soldiers, someone else was in there, collecting the data before Price got the chance. With three glowing lights on his head, it was a wonder no-one else had spotted him. Sam Fisher was his name, and he stood at the doorway, pointing his Five-Seven towards it, daring anyone to come down.
"Sam," This was from Grimm, Sam's partner. "I'd ask if you're in trouble, but there are two heat signatures in the building. You've got company." Sam didn't bother responding, but he stood up and turned to the computer quickly.
"One of the heat signatures is roaming the building, but the other...they're headed towards you. Grab whatever data you can and get out of there."
"This place is too quiet..." Price told himself, as he wandered throughout the building. He turned left, and then right, before finally reaching the place he wanted to. "Roach, I'm at the computer room. Circle around and meet me there. Over."
"Sam? Sam?" Grimm called for him, but Sam stayed absolutely still and absolutely quiet. Someone spoke. He was compromised. Suddenly, in stepped the solider, gripping his M4 tightly. Price hadn't expected visitors, but Sam had. The second Price stepped into the room, Sam fired. Lunging backwards, Price dived behind the wall.
"Shit! Roach, someone beat us here. Head outside and shut off the power. I'll deal with our friend."
"Sam, what's your status? Sam?!"
"Grimm, they've found me."
FIGHT!
Price put his gun away, he wouldn't need it just yet. Instead, he unsheathed a combat knife, pointing towards the wall, away from his body. His knuckles turned white as a result of gripping it so tightly. Sam did the same. He put away his gun and pulled out his knife, only Sam held his knife vertically instead of horizontally.
"Oi, Suzy!" The captain called out, rushing into the room without a moment's warning. He swung his arm in a large arc, aiming right for Sam's neck, but instead of landing, the knife passed harmlessly over Sam's head as he ducked to avoid it. The Splinter Cell followed up with a swift kick to the side of Price's knee, knocking him slightly off-balance. He stumbled backwards, hand gripping the knife as tightly as ever.
With a 'whoosh!', Price threw his fist forwards, burying it into Sam's stomach. Letting out a pained grunt, Sam grabbed Price by the shoulders and launched him into the wall with all of his might. The force from the push cracked the windows, but the SAS captain didn't let down. He shuffled forwards and swung his knife at the same time as Sam. Hand clashed against hand as the two knife blades scraped against each other.
Sam grabbed Price's other forearm as the latter did the same. They were locked in an embrace, but this wasn't romantic. Both fighters stared daggers into the other, fighting to overpower the other. It was almost like they were evenly matched, neither were winning the grapple. They were both scanning the area for something, anything to use to knock the other away, but they were out of options.
So, his mind filled with the only option he could think of, Price drew his head back and slammed it into Sam's nose. Blood spurted out from the Splinter Cell's nose and he instinctively let go of his foe, taking a quick step backwards to balance himself. It was a moment of opportunity, a moment to strike. Light glinted off the blade as Price brought it above his head, bringing it down with tremendous speed.
It would have been a direct hit, if Sam didn't knock the captain's arm to the side. The knife buried into the table with the computer, wood splintering. Using his advanced reflexes, Sam followed up quickly by burying his knee into Price's stomach, causing him to lurch backwards, groaning.
But the captain recovered quickly, throwing a mean left hook with his free hand. Fist crashed against cheek as Sam was sent stumbling backwards.
"Cheeky bastard..." Price began, wrenching the knife from the table. "Hand over the data." He demanded, repositioning the knife in his hand.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Sam responded with coldly. Price brought a hand to his mouth and wiped it, bringing his hands up in a fighting position.
"I guess I'll have to, as the saying goes, take it 'over your dead body'?"
"Pretty much." Sam ended the conversation there. Both knew this fight wouldn't be easy. The Splinter Cell quickly swung his leg, catching Price in the side and slamming him up against the computer. The SAS captain swung his knife, but forearm met forearm and they were stuck once more, but Sam had a plan. Reaching behind his back, he cocked the Five-Seven and pointed it at Price's chest, who glared back at Sam.
His finger wrapped around the trigger. Time was running out! Price took a deep breath and also reached behind his back, but what he pulled out wasn't a gun. It was a grenade, without a pin. Gasping slightly, Sam knocked Price's knife-hand away and followed up with two quick punches to the stomach, before jumping up and kicking the captain to the other side of the room, but the grenade didn't fall.
As Sam punched him, he intentionally dropped the grenade, which clattered to the ground in the middle of the room. The grenade detonated, sounding a boom that nearly bursted both of their eardrums. Fire spread throughout the room, as the shockwave smashed the windows and blasted the door off its hinges. Smoke flooded the room and invaded the nose and mouth of both Price and Sam.
"Sam, what was that? Sam?! Sam, do you copy?" Silence. Grimm's heart pounded in her chest. Even high in the sky, she could tell something was wrong. Then, she heard coughing. Sam was the first of the soldiers to get up. His suit has withstood the brunt of the blast, but the same couldn't be said for Price. He seemed much worse for wear. Parts of his hand were very mildly burned and he looked bruised and battered, but when he got to his feet it seemed like nothing.
"Roach, what's the-" He interrupted himself with a coughing fit, "What's the status of the lights?!"
Outside the facility, Roach had taken cover behind a snowmobile. He was being shot at from every angle, enemy soldiers were aware of their presence, but Roach had manged to keep them away from the facility so far. He fired at one soldier, the bullet landed with a dull thunk in their head and they collapsed backwards, staining the snow with their blood.
He turned and ran towards the power box, careful not to slip. Bullets crashed into the building just behind him, but nothing had hit Roach yet. He turned the corner and what he saw made him stop and dive behind a car, pulling out a grenade and freeing it from its pin. There was what looked like a whole army of soldiers. Obviously it wasn't a real army, but it seemed like overkill. Three of them had dogs, barking, baring their teeth.
He peeked over the car and tossed the grenade, using the temporary distraction to make a break for the box. A soldier yelled something in a foreign language, and a bullet lodged itself into Roach's right leg. Burning, seering pain spread throughout the limb, but he couldn't give up, not now, when he was so close!
Blood spilled out of his leg and onto the snow. Roach threw his ACR to the side and pulled out his handgun, a USP. 45. He latched onto the ground, dragging himself closer to the box. A trail of red liquid followed the wound on his leg, but the other soldiers were to busy with the recent grenade explosion, leaving most of them shellshocked.
Roach pulled the pin on another grenade and threw it in a desperate attempt to distract them. It worked. They noticed the grenade rolling to a sto pnext to them and scattered, screaming something in another language.
Slowly and painfully, Roach made it to the power box. He propped himself up on it and released a punch onto it, which opened it right up. Another bullet crashed into his side and his vision blurred. His breaths became fast and heavy. Without thinking, he wrapped his hand around a big lever and pulled. A loud clunk told him that the lights had shut off. Roach let his body drop onto the ice. Holding his USP with both hands, he fired at any soldier that came his way.
It was a desperate, last-ditch attempt to stay alive, but it was in vain. A stray bullet crashed into the side of his head and lodged itself in his brain. A red mist of blood blew out of his head as he slumped over and his vision went dark.
With a mighty grunt, Sam threw Price through the door and into the hallway. Their goggles were draped over their eyes, coating everything around them in a fluorescent green. The SAS captain rolled across the floor, planting his feet in the ground to stop himself.
Breathing heavily, Price got to his feet, holding his fists to his head in a clear fighting stance. Sam was secretly smirking. They were on his turf now. The darkness, this was his specialty. Rushing forwards, Sam sidestepped a thrown punch from the captain and raised his leg, planting his foot into Price's stomach, sending him scrambling on the ground. He wasn't going to let Price escape from him.
With the grace of a ballerina, Sam planted his knee onto Price's chest, pinning him down. He drew his right fist backwards and slammed it into Price's cheek. Blood spurted out of the captain's mouth and he let out a groan, but Sam didn't stop there. He planted his other fist into Price's left cheek, whipping the captain's head back and forth, blood staining the floor.
Punch after punch after punch. Price got unpleasnant memories of a knife lodging itself into a general's eye, falling down a waterfall, dragging a dying Soap to his feet...
A sudden surge of adrenaline and energy shot through Price's veins. He wouldn't allow the same to happen again. He wouldn't lose! He wouldn't let Roach lose! Sam threw another punch, but Price raised his arm to intercept it. Grunting with the effort, Price grabbed the Splinter Cell's shoulders and rolled backwards. His hat slipped off his head, but Sam came crashing down behind him.
The captain slipped the hat back on top of his head and jumped to his feet, face bruised, but still working. Sam rolled backwards as well and jumped to his feet. Both soldiers were staring at each other once more. But only one acted. Pulling out a flashbang, Price ripped the pin away from it and drew his arm backwards.
The splinter cell simply waited. With a small grunt, the SAS captain launched the flashbang in Sam's direction, but he reacted first. Spinning his Five-Seven, Sam took aim and fired. The bullet crashed into the flashbang when it was no more than 20 centimetres from Price's face. The bullet flew right through the explosive and crashed, quite harmlessly, into the wall next to him. Then, the flashbang detonated, right in Price's face.
Sam managed to close his eyes first, but the same couldn't be said for the captain. Heat washed over his face and the blast forced him to stumble backwards, but he was blind an deaf. He saw nothing but white and heard nothing but ringing. He held his hands over his eyes and let out a yell.
"Shit! Argh!" He screamed, but his mind was still on the mission and he held a hand to his ear. "Roach, come in! This is Price! This bastard's tougher than we thought. Get your arse over here!" Slowly, the effects of the explosion began wearing off, but Sam was nowhere to be found.
Crawling through the vents, Sam addressed his partner. "Grimm, I've lost the data. Our friend blew it up before I could intercept. Call in the Paladin."
"Okay. Are you alright? What happened to the other guy?"
"Flashbanged. Stunned. One went outside to cut the lights, but he hasn't returned. I'm sure he's dead. I'll take care of our friend, just focus on the evac."
"Okay, meet me at the-"
"No. This guy's a professional. I need to take care of him or he'll be a problem." With that, Sam slid out of the vent at the end of the hallway. Price could still hear the ringing in his ears, but at least now he could see. Price pulled out his knife, he needed to end this. He was battered, he was bruised, but he wasn't discouraged. In fact, he was encouraged.
Sam pulled out his knife in response, and the two soldiers began to slowly walk towards each other. Both Price and Sam were looking for the right opportunity to plunge their knife in the other. Sam acted first, but Price was ready for him. Sam went to stab, but Price caught his arm and held it up high, before burying his knife in Sam's thigh. The splinter cell let out a strained grunt and Price pulled the knife back out, blade slick with red. A dark stain was spreading through his leg.
"Argh...Shit!" Sam pushed Price backwards and pulled out his Five-Seven, as the SAS captain pulled out his M1911. Both handguns were aimed at each other's faces, knifes right underneath it, ready to stab at a moment's notice. Price's finger wrapped around the trigger and squeezed. A bullet rocketed out of the gun at blinding speeds. It flew past Sam's head and lodged itself in the brain of an enemy soldier, the same type that had killed Roach.
The soldier slumped over, unmistakeably dead. The M1911 returned to being aimed at Sam's face. The soldiers took a step towards each other, and then another.
SWISH!
Sam's knife swung out out of nowhere. Price managed to lean backwards and avoid it, but it was a very narrow miss. The captain swung his knife in response, this one also narrowly missing. Price heard footsteps behind him, but Sam took care of them, and they earned a bullet to the head before they could raise their gun.
Price buried a fist into Sam's stomach and forced him backwards, some of his blood leaking down to the floor. The captain rushed forwards and pushed his knife downwards, only for it to be parried by the other. Sam kicked at Price's knee with his good leg, forcing the captain to one knee. Without thinking, Sam kicked at Price's arm holding the knife, which slipped out of his fingers and clattered on the ground behind him.
His arm was force behind his back, but Price used this to his advantage. He swung his arm, fist colliding with Sam's head, much more forcefully from the added momentum from the kick. He jumped to his feet and kicked at Sam's knife hand in response. The knife slid across the floor behind the splinter cell. Now they were even.
Price rushed forwards but was met by a swift punch to the nose, sending him careening backwards. Sam raised his pistol and pulled the trigger, but at the last second, the moustached soldier pushed the gun to the side. The bullet fired out and barely grazed Price's side.
Another soldier rushed around the corner and raised their assault rifle, but the stray bullet landed in their stomach and they collapsed. Captain Price held up his gun, but it was met with a knee, forcing a bullet into the roof. Three soldiers rushed down the hallway and pointed their guns to Sam's back, but they didn't get any further than that. Before they could pull the trigger, three bullets landed in three skulls, courtesy of an M1911.
It may have been unprofessional, but Sam used the momentary distraction to slamm the butt of his pistol into Price's forehead, stunning him. He stumbled backwards, groaning. The night vision goggles slipped off his head, as did his hat. Now was time to strike.
Sam pulled out his SC-20K gun and fired out a projectile, but it wasn't a bullet. The Sticky Shocker attached itself to Price's chest. Like a taser glued to his chest, the Sticky Shocker replayed volts of electricity through Price's system. He screamed, walking backwards as the electricity arced through his body.
"Gotcha." Sam stated simply. But he wasn't done. He fired two cameras, both with titanium spikes. They flew through the air, towards the floor...
The titanium spikes stabbed right through Price's feet and achored themselves to the floor. The scream he had heard was unlike anything he'd experienced before. His entire body was on fire, the feet, the head, the torso. He convulsed painfully, reaching towards the Sticky Shocker to pry it off his chest.
But a knife spun through the air and lodged itself in his chest first. Blood exploded out of the wound like a miniature volcano, coating the floor and the captain's uniform in red. Soaked was the appropriate word. One last bullet invaded Price's skull, ending the battle and his life with a red cloud.
Almost absurdly, Price's body fell to the floor like a marionatte got its strings cut.
With a sharp inhale, Sam limped away from Price's corpse, painfully grunting with every step.
"Grimm-agh! The target is down. I repeat, our friend has been neutralized, bring the plane in."
K.O!
Conclusion[]
Kaiya: Short and sweet...I like it!
Counter: Given their vast history and sheer survivability, this battle was pretty tough to call overall.
Damien: Captain Price could survive a point-blank missile and multiple helicopter crashes, sure, and that's really damn impressive, but Sam could also survive helicopter crashes and walked away without a scratch. While we may give the durability edge to Captain Price here, seriously, that missile was hardcore, the statistical difference wasn't all that great.
Hannah: Yeah, speed and strength were very similar to Durability in that regard. It was close, but one person just edged out the other in one area. Similarly to how Price and Fisher could....likely survive similar things, and in fact, they have, helicopter crashes, gunshots are nothing new to them, they could punch similar things, too.
Kaiya: Price was likely a tiny bit stronger than Sam, but the difference is so minute it doesn't really matter. Fisher can reduce doors to nothing but splinters with a kick and dent metal with another kick and throw someone hard enough to break wall tiles, Price could slam Makarov through a reinforced glass ceiling that withstood a helicopter crash! The differnece wasn't huge, but it was definitely there. But when Price kicked a door open, he didn't do much to it.
Counter: Actually, things like that happen frequently with this. Sam tanked a gunshot to the soldier, got to his feet and walked with no help, without medical attention and under his own power, while a single gunshot forced Price to stay seated. Because of these issues, it was actually surprisingly difficult to find a clear winner with these things.
Damien: Take speed as an example. Sam can put 4 bullets in 4 skulls before the last guy could draw his gun. That's pretty crazy, but Roach was able to shoot much more people than that while breaching a room. Problem is, they all drew their gun, so who's the victor? It's pretty equal, right?
Hannah: While we may give speed to Sam, that didn't really matter in the long run. In a firefight, Sam simply had Price outclassed on all fronts. In terms of assault rifles, Price's M4 can't quite match up to Sam's SC-20K, with an assault rifle, sniper and shotgun mode. Sam could fight from close, medium and long range. Price was outgunned and outranged when it comes to primaries, but Sam wins out with secondaries as well.
Kaiya: A Five-Seven is a faster shot, with a muzzle velocity of 520 m/s to 762 m/s depending on the model, while an M1911 only had a muzzle velocity of 253 m/s. If they had to stand down a hallway and shoot each other, Price would get hit first. The Five-Seven can take 10 bullets while restricted, whiel the M1911 had 8 rounds in it at best. Price wasn't just outgunned, he was blown out of the water!
Counter: Price did have grenades and flashbangs as his lethal and stunning weapons, but Sam's Sticky Shocker could knock out a full-grown man in one shot, while a flashbang only stuns them for 5-10 seconds. If Price stunned Sam with it, as unlikely as it may be, he could have had an opportunity to win.
Damien: But that's ignoring the fact that Sam's armour had kevlar and RhinoPlate defences to specifically protect from bullets. As well as this, if the fight took to the dark, it would be over pretty quick. The only option Price has for seeing in the dark is night-vision goggles, but Sam has a suit that can make him invisible to night vision, essentially being a sitting duck.
Hannah: On top of this, Sam's thermal, sonar and other types of vision meant that he would always know where Price was, allowing him to always get the jump on him, making this battle surprisingly clear cut in the end.
Kaiya: Poor John. He thought he could take on Sam, but in the end, he paid the Price.
Counter: The winner is Sam Fisher.
