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Cú Chulainn, born Setanta, was the legendary defender of Ulster during the infamous War of the Brown Bull. The son of the god Lugh, and grandson of the famous druid Cathbad, Cú Chulainn was destined for a short but heroic life, and embraced his destiny head-on.
Setanta left home at an early age, determined to join the boy-troop of Emain Macha. Unaware of the local custom of asking for protection first, the boys of Emain attacked Setanta, and it was then when he experienced his first warp spasm, or riastrad. Setanta's body contorted into a horrifying shape and his strength increased greatly. He effortlessly defeated all the other boys.
Conchobar, the king of Emain, was so impressed with Setanta's skill that he invited him to accompany him to a feast at the house of Culann, a smith of Emain. Setanta arrived late, and Culann's enormous guard dog attacked him. Killing the hound in self defense, Setanta swore to Culann that he would rear a replacement dog, and until then, he would serve as the guard dog. He was henceforth known as Cú Chulainn: the Hound of Culann.
When Cú Chulainn was seventeen, Queen Medb of Connacht invaded the kingdom of Ulster to acquire the legendary Brown Bull of Cuailgne. Ulster's warriors were stricken by a curse that caused them to suffer labor pains, making unable to fight back.. Cú Chulainn, who was the only unaffected warrior in Ulster at the time, stood alone against Medb's army, and succeeded in delaying Medb long enough for the curse to wear off. The men of Ulster rose up and drove back Mebd's army, bringing an end to the war.
Mebd would later conspire with Cú Chulainn's enemies with the goal of revenge. After acquiring three magical spears, and tricking Cú Chulainn into breaking an oath (which weakened him), the Hound of Ulster finally met his end at the hands of Mebd's allies. At the moment of his death, he tied himself to an upright stone so that he would die on his feet.
Battle vs. Perseus (mythology) (by Urbancommando77)
Perseus is walking outside of a destroyed temple with his pegusas. He heres wheels and sees Cuchulain on a chariot roaring. Perseus mounts his pegusus and lunges in the sky, but before hes far, Cuchalain slings a rock into the pegasus' eye, sending it down. He pulls out his spear and kills the pegasus. Persius pulls out his dory and knocks Cuculain off his chariot. Persius pulls out his shield and swings it at him but misses. Cuchulain rams persius to the ground and pulls out his axe. Persius grabs the head of medusa out. Cuchulain mounts his chariot and charges for Perseus, but perseus counters and turns one horse to stone sending the chariot at a stop and slinging cuchulain. Cuchulain pulls out his long sword and charges at perseus and cut his hand off thats holding the shield. Perseus screams and pulls out his kopis. Perseus raises it and cuts int cuchulains shoulder. Cuchulain falls, and perseus slices his throat, killing him. Perseus yells out in victory and walks off.
Perseus had a better mount and control.
Battle vs. Kratos (by Urbancommando77)
No battle written
Kratos won due to his weapons and his immortal-ness.
Battle vs. Fionn mac Cumhaill (by Laquearius)
It was a calm, and foggy morning. For Cú Chulainn, the only sound was that of his chariot's wheels quietly rolling across the top of a grassy hill outside of Ulster. The army of Queen Medb had not been seen for several days, and the Hound of Ulster was out scouting for any sign of them. As the chariot reached the summit of the hill, a confusing sight befell the hero.
He ordered Laeg, his charioteer, to halt. Peering through the fog, he saw a giant of a man seated on a rock amidst the bodies of several slain Ulstermen. The fair-haired giant was cleaning blood off of the tip of his spear while humming to himself, seemingly unaware of the chariot's arrival. The Hound lept from his chariot, dismissed Laeg, and prepared to greet the stranger.
Unbeknownst to the Son of Lugh, the giant was well aware of his prescence. In fact, the giant had seen Cú Chulainn long before Cú Chulainn saw him. As the Lord of the Fianna sat with is thumb in between his teeth, several thoughts raced through his mind.
'Cú Chulainn. Hound of Culann. Son of Lugh. Setanta. Army-destroying war hero. Gae Bulg. Riastrad.'
The power of the Salmon worked its magic quickly, and soon Fionn knew almost eveything that could be known about the approaching warrior. The only thing he did not know, was his intent.
Fionn snatched up his spear from its place on the ground, rose to his feet, and pointed his weapon at Cú Chulainn's throat. Cú Chulainn was mesmerized by the man's size; the giant was almost twice as tall as he was.
"Who are you, giant? Another champion of Medb, here to make a fruitless attempt on my life? Many like you have tried, and I still breathe."
"Easy, there. I know not of this "Medb" you speak of. I was simply doing a bit of hunting, when these men..." said Fionn, as he gestured to the bodies that surrounded him, "...interrupted me. I assure you, I mean no harm."
"If that is so, then why do you continue to point your weapon at me?"
Fionn looked down onto to his spear, and hesitated before lowering it. "Of course, I'm so-"
"Fool!" shouted the Hound, leaping at Fionn with his sword, Cruaidin Catutchenn, drawn. "Your lies will not save you, servant of Medb!"
Light bursted from the hero's sword as it drew closer to its target. Shielding his eyes, Fionn leaped to the side, nearly dodging the strike. He grabbed his shield, Sgiath Gailbhinn, which hissed with corroding poison as he took it in his hand. He swung the shield in a wide arc in front of him, the rim barely scraping the Hound's arm. Cú Chulainn roared with pain as his skin was burned by the poison. Taking up his own shield, Duban, the Hero of Ulster took a defensive stance and prepared for Fionn's next move.
Fionn watched his opponent carefully, waiting for an opening. The Son of Lugh ran out of patience and lunged at the giant, who expertly parried with his spear. Fionn then made an attack of his own, thrusting the Spear of Fiacha at Cú Chulainn's sword hand. Superhuman strength forced the spearhead into Cú Chulainn's flesh, and the hero dropped his sword with a shout. Recovering from the strike, Cú Chulainn tugged his hand back, pulling the spear from the shocked warrior's hand and casting it to the ground. Cú Chulainn then swung the sharpened edge of his shield at Fionn's neck, who quickly reacted and leaped backwards onto the hillside. He drew Mac an Luin from its sheath to replace his lost weapon and readied himself.
"Enough games!" growled Cú Chulainn, his voice deeper and harsher than it was before. He tossed his shield aside and drew his legendary spear, Gae Bulg.
Fionn swung his sword to the side, attempting to disarm his opponent again. Cú Chulainn was ready, and he ducked under the swing and thrusted directly at Fionn's neck. Fionn pulled his shield up to deflect the blow, but the Spear of Mortal Pain was not stopped, and the spearhead split the shield in two. Fionn pulled back just in time to avoid the strike, and was only scratched by the spear's tip.
Shoving Cú Chulainn back, Fionn hurled his broken shield at the Hero of Ulster, which slammed into his face, the poison burning him badly. He grabbed his face and growled from both pain, and the burning fury within him. Fionn took this opportunity to charge forth, and run Cú Chulainn through with all of his strength. Mac an Luin pierced Cú Chulainn's stomach, who went limp. Fionn sighed as he allowed the hero's body to fall.
"NOW I'M MAD!" screamed the wounded body, getting to its feet and burning red with rage. Fionn stepped back as he witnessed the most horrifying event he had ever seen in his life.
There were sounds of the sickening cracking of bones, and the blood-curdling tearing of flesh. Cú Chulainn's legs twisted around, his cheeks tore open to reveal a terrifying smile, one of his eyes was sucked back into his skull, while the other burst out of its socket. His muscles and veins bulged wildly, and his stature grew to make him even taller than Fionn.
The man-turned-monster roared, and began to charge. Fionn snatched up Duban from the ground and prepared for the coming blow, but the strength of this beast was even greater than his own now. Fionn was sent flying over the hill, and landed in a gulch with an explosion of mud and earth. Thinking quickly, he drew his bow and hurried to to the top of the hill. He knocked an arrow and searched frantically for the monster, finally spying him on the peak of another hill. He let arrow after arrow fly, to no avail. The beast paid no mind to the shafts that pierced his skin as he placed a massive rock into the pad of his sling.
Fionn fired another volley, this time aiming at the monster's arm to stop his attack. However, it did nothing to prevent him from slinging the stone in Fionn's direction. Fionn leaped off of the hill and back into the gulch just as the top of the hill erupted into a rain of dirt. Fionn barely had time to recover before Cú Chulainn was upon him. The beast grabbed hold of him and hurled him into the sky. Fionn was in the air for several seconds before he crashed down into another hill and split it open. Gasping violently, the Fian struggled to get to his feet. He crawled out of the newly-made pit and collapsed onto the grass. His vision went dark just before he felt the tip of Gae Bulg enter his back.
Cú Chulainn roared triumphantly, his enemy defeated. Exhausted from the fight, he only made it a few steps before he collapsed himself and sleep took hold of him. Soft rain began to fall upon the fields. Droplets sprinkled down onto the bodies of the two warriors, but only the Fian awoke. Fionn attempted to stand up, but his body was broken. He could hear the breathing of the Hound nearby. Mustering all of his strength, he raised his open palm to the sky. Only a few drops landed in his hand, but that was enough. He turned his palm and let the drops fall into his mouth. Fionn let out a gasp as his wounds healed and his strength returned. Getting to his feet, he hurried off before the Hound could awaken.
Winner: Cú Chulainn
The majority of voters agreed that while Fionn far outclassed Cú Chulainn's normal form, the warp spasm would be too much for Fionn to handle. The massive increase in x-factors it provides and the greater devastation of Cú Chulainn's weapons make the Hound of Ulster the deadlier Irish hero.
Battle vs. The Last Dragonborn (by Appelmonkey)
Battles here were deemed to be unfair or otherwise not in accordance with wiki standards, and have been removed from the statuses of the warriors and displayed below.
Battle vs. Hercules (mythology) (by CuchulainSetanta)
On a Greek mountain road, Hercules strides along the path, carrying his club and his bow slung over his shoulder. Suddenly, from the other direction, he hears the sound of wheels approaching. Curious, he stops, getting out his bow and notching a Hydra poisoned arrow, just in case. The sound turns out to be from a chariot carrying Cuchulain. Seeing the weapon in Hercules' hands, Cuchulain jumps out of the chariot, grabs his infamous spear, Gae Bulga, and brandishes it at Hercules. Aiming at the massive Irishman, Hercules fires.
With quick reflexes, Cuchulain catches the arrow before it hits him, and bites it in half. Hercules is stunned by his opponent's show of force, and Cuchulain returns fire with his sling. Crouching down, Hercules allows the stone to hit the Nemean Lion hide, glancing it off. Hercules then hefts his club and charges Cuchulain. Cuchulain thrusts at Hercules with Gae Bulga, but again, the weapon glances off Hercules' armor. He thrusts again, only to have his spear cut in half by Hercules' club.
Now angered, Cuchulain gives in to his riastrad (berserker rage), and picks up his sword, Caladbolg, and his Axe of Uath, dual-weilding against the Greek demigod. Hercules is caught off guard by Cuchulain's fury, struggling to keep up with Cuchulain's strikes. Soon, Cuchulain has the upper hand, pulling the lion skin off of Hercules with Caladbolg. He strikes again and again at Hercules with his weapons, inflicting several large gashes in the demigod's skin. However, Hercules regains his bearings, grabbing the lion skin off the ground and slashing Cuchulain's leg with the paw. The claws easily rip through Cuchulain's flesh, causing him to cry out in pain. Taking advantage of this, Hercules springs back up and bashes Cuchulain's face in with his bare hands. Then, he picks Cuchulain up and tosses him back into his chariot, sending it plummeting off the mountain. Picking his club back up, Hercules holds it aloft and lets out a mighty shout.
Cuchulain got an impressive amount of votes from those who knew and love the Celtic way of war. However, this was greatly overshadowed by fans of Hercules, who pointed out his lethal arsenal, both natural and man-made, as well as his impenetrable armor. When it comes to legends, the ones most fondly remembered always come out on top.