Hrmm… I’m reminded a bit of The Frantics and Ed Gruberman…
Ed Gruberman: “All right! Finally some action!”
Teacher: “Observe closely, class. Boot to the Head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Owww! You booted me in the head!”
…
Ed Gruberman: “Hey! Hey, I wasn’t ready! Come and get me now shorty, huh? Come on, are ya chicken?”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Oww! Okay, now I’m ready, okay, now, come on, try it now.”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Mind if I just lie down here for a minute?”
Seems like demons have a bit of a thing for writing profound statements about themselves on their garments.
Oscar’s lot had [EVIL] written on their jackets, and who could forget Oscar’s own fabulous jacket with BAD MAN on it, and his puffy trousers with {evil} on them.
It’s the same sort of impulse that drives humans on our world to wear t-shirts with slogans on them. Demons want to make sure their very style makes a statement about who they are and what they’re about.
Admittedly, some are more subtle about that message than others. Some weave symbolic meaning into their designs. Others just write “EVIL” on their pants.
As a philosopher once said, “there are no wrong ways to dress, only effective or ineffective”.
The jackets of the greatest devils are invariably sewn by the legendary four fingered seamstress, dark sorceress, and notorious devil liquor addict Imperfect Tiger from Painkiller Alley in the Shades district. Devils seeking such a garment must petition the seamstress with spirits made from countless other devils, and risk her legendary foul temper, biting criticisms, and sexually charged rambling.
Rumor has it that H I M S E L F has commissioned a well cut business suit from Imperfect Tiger, paid for with devil liquor distilled from H I S jailers in the Heretic’s Court, to be delivered upon H I S inevitable escape.
And here I was, thinking Oscar’s BAD MAN coat was the height of demonic fashion. One of these days, AL-YIS-UN’s gonna run into a devil with a wallet that just say Bad Motherfucker and regret it when she does.
Yep, this is exactly what I expected. A lesson in humility. A year of training does not in fact make you hot shit, no matter how much power you have, or think you have.
Given how long her hair is now, it’s probably been more than that. Possibly two or even three years. Still not enough to become unbeatable in any form of martial art, especially one that’s normally not even taught to humans. She’s still badass though.
Never Ever take time to taunt the enemy when you have lost sight of them for even a moment. The time you take to say something may well be the time you need to dodge.
That is one path, yes. But you must remember that humans do not have a cold soul flame like a servant or angel, but a WARM BLACK FLAME which lends itself to pummeling the enemy to dust. One blade can only be wielded without emotion, the other blade is the emotion itself.
If you find that you can no longer hold the first blade, it’s time to strike with the second.
Couple of thoughts come to mind, the words of the warrior-poets. I think it was Jagger the Undying that said something about not always gettin’ what you want, but what you need instead.
That, and O’Shea of the Western Sea, that one I remember. Check yourself before you wreck yourself, I think it goes. She’d do well to remember all’a that, wise words and such.
Does KILLBOSS want to kill his bosses? Is he a boss that’s challenging others to kill him? Does he consider his enemies boss monsters? Could the phrase mean something else?
Did anyone else notice the cute heart in between Kill and Boss on the back of his jacket?
It can’t possibly be a heart. I see no aorta, no pulmonary vein, no cardiac muscle at all. There’s not even a few ventricles. If a demon such a this one was going to wear a heart upon their glorious jacket, it would surely be a real one, kept beating in agony through black arts conducted in deep shadows and deeper sins.
Or at least that’s how I’ve always done it. You could also do it in a sunlit plaza with accompanying mariachi band, but that feels a little disrespectful. Especially with the feather boas. There are a few things in this long undeath that I regret even now.
WORTHY OPPONENT, YAAASSSSSS
MY BODY IS HONED AND READY TO WITNESS THIS CLASH.
GLORY TO THEM THAT SEEK THE ABSOLUTE SLOBBERKNOCKER.
ROWDY FIGHT BOYS LOOKIN’ FOR A GOOD PUNCH EM UP
now my bottom teeth are all where my top teeth used to be — i mean —
nah mah bobbom teff ah ahh weh mah thap teef yuth tah beh
tasty little ruiner reference
IT MADE ME VERY HAPPY
Not his Queen.
Yet.
Yet.
Jet.
Set.
RADIO
CONNECTION.
Still works, ’cause you know. Hit connected.
IS EXTREMELY OVER-RATED!! *ducks*
*Two years later, a brick sails overhead.*
What? Impossible! How are your reflexes so fast!?
Hrmm… I’m reminded a bit of The Frantics and Ed Gruberman…
Ed Gruberman: “All right! Finally some action!”
Teacher: “Observe closely, class. Boot to the Head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Owww! You booted me in the head!”
…
Ed Gruberman: “Hey! Hey, I wasn’t ready! Come and get me now shorty, huh? Come on, are ya chicken?”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Oww! Okay, now I’m ready, okay, now, come on, try it now.”
Teacher: “Boot to the head!”
Ed Gruberman: “Mind if I just lie down here for a minute?”
It’s nice to encounter a fellow fan of the classics.
Waaaa waaaa!
Seems like demons have a bit of a thing for writing profound statements about themselves on their garments.
Oscar’s lot had [EVIL] written on their jackets, and who could forget Oscar’s own fabulous jacket with BAD MAN on it, and his puffy trousers with {evil} on them.
Wonder what other demons we might see later.
It’s the same sort of impulse that drives humans on our world to wear t-shirts with slogans on them. Demons want to make sure their very style makes a statement about who they are and what they’re about.
Admittedly, some are more subtle about that message than others. Some weave symbolic meaning into their designs. Others just write “EVIL” on their pants.
As a philosopher once said, “there are no wrong ways to dress, only effective or ineffective”.
Ironically, this’s led to a huge spike in the popularity of Supreme-branded clothes way down in the way, way down.
The jackets of the greatest devils are invariably sewn by the legendary four fingered seamstress, dark sorceress, and notorious devil liquor addict Imperfect Tiger from Painkiller Alley in the Shades district. Devils seeking such a garment must petition the seamstress with spirits made from countless other devils, and risk her legendary foul temper, biting criticisms, and sexually charged rambling.
Rumor has it that H I M S E L F has commissioned a well cut business suit from Imperfect Tiger, paid for with devil liquor distilled from H I S jailers in the Heretic’s Court, to be delivered upon H I S inevitable escape.
What master, in their right mind, and considering their own self-preservation, teaches a deamon martial arts?
You can learn much by being silent and watching closely.
One that wants to avoid being shown their only daughter’s still beating heart at least another day longer.
And this is but one of myriad motivations that can be brought to bare on those with a lesser grasp of the seven syllables of royalty.
As Masked Mannerism eloquently put, the trick is make sure the master isn’t in his right mind.
Masters in their right mind and concerned with self-preservation do not deal with demons in the first place.
You presume that a devil would never choose to deal with YOU.
Get them Puppy.
We were never friends.
Urging on your adversary is just inviting them to make a mistake.
I love the fact that Allison has grown more ballsy since the first book.
And here I was, thinking Oscar’s BAD MAN coat was the height of demonic fashion. One of these days, AL-YIS-UN’s gonna run into a devil with a wallet that just say Bad Motherfucker and regret it when she does.
Or a simple belt buckle that says “BAMF” on it.
Yep, this is exactly what I expected. A lesson in humility. A year of training does not in fact make you hot shit, no matter how much power you have, or think you have.
WHAT ABOUT ALL THE TRAINING MONTAGES I’VE SEEN IN MOVIES THOUGH
We haven’t seen a montage though…
…yet.
Look around you. This is the training montage.
Given how long her hair is now, it’s probably been more than that. Possibly two or even three years. Still not enough to become unbeatable in any form of martial art, especially one that’s normally not even taught to humans. She’s still badass though.
Never Ever take time to taunt the enemy when you have lost sight of them for even a moment. The time you take to say something may well be the time you need to dodge.
I see this devil learned from the “Ride To Hell: Retribution” school of martial arts.
All kicks, baby!
>All kicks, baby!
Fitting then that White Chain was AL-YIS-UN’s master (https://killsixbilliondemons.com/comic/seeker-of-thrones-7-79/).
There is more emotion in her empty palm this time.
She must control her emotions, lest they lead her to downfall.
Breathe deep, seek peace.
You speak the words of a practiced healer. Have you walked the path of synthesis?
That is one path, yes. But you must remember that humans do not have a cold soul flame like a servant or angel, but a WARM BLACK FLAME which lends itself to pummeling the enemy to dust. One blade can only be wielded without emotion, the other blade is the emotion itself.
If you find that you can no longer hold the first blade, it’s time to strike with the second.
KILLBOSS
Blood and Floss
Cut off their heads and away them toss
Punch them into red meat moss
Devil looming, do not cross
Leisure kicks lead to tooth loss
Girl with power, future boss
Regretably, ain’t no Zoss
C R U N C H
R
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C
H
C R U N C H
R E T O R T
U T M O S T
N O O S E P
C R S E W S
H T T P S :
This is actually really hard and I give up.
It’s ok, we appreciate that you tried
jesus christ
crunch
remora
umbral
norite
crates
halest
another in many
CRUNCH
Really
Understates (the)
Noise
Created
Here
“What are you going to do, stab me?” – quote from man before he was stabbed
Couple of thoughts come to mind, the words of the warrior-poets. I think it was Jagger the Undying that said something about not always gettin’ what you want, but what you need instead.
That, and O’Shea of the Western Sea, that one I remember. Check yourself before you wreck yourself, I think it goes. She’d do well to remember all’a that, wise words and such.
She invited him to try again.
He tried again.
He succeeded.
BOOT TO THE HEAD!
Excuse me I would like to speak to the KILL BOSS
Does KILLBOSS want to kill his bosses? Is he a boss that’s challenging others to kill him? Does he consider his enemies boss monsters? Could the phrase mean something else?
Did anyone else notice the cute heart in between Kill and Boss on the back of his jacket?
I interpreted it saying that they are boss at killing.
That little heart is great, thought it might not actually be a heart.
It can’t possibly be a heart. I see no aorta, no pulmonary vein, no cardiac muscle at all. There’s not even a few ventricles. If a demon such a this one was going to wear a heart upon their glorious jacket, it would surely be a real one, kept beating in agony through black arts conducted in deep shadows and deeper sins.
Or at least that’s how I’ve always done it. You could also do it in a sunlit plaza with accompanying mariachi band, but that feels a little disrespectful. Especially with the feather boas. There are a few things in this long undeath that I regret even now.
That’s a nice boot in your face, where did you get it?
He’s L A N K Y.
It’s well known that one should never present a challenge one is not prepared to see met.