You make it sound as though it is a frequent occurrence. I would point out that this happened only after I stood in the path of a rampaging angel, and that I shall be perfectly fine in no time at all.
Yes, I fully expect that I shall find myself pitted against that angel once more in the future, but I shall be prepared for that day.
Well. Considering that they were at the epicenter of a minature blast of angelo-nuclear fire and then fell to the ground from at least dozens of stories up….well, there are a lot of survivors. Pretty tough guys, although Ingsvid looks decidedly worse for wear.
Jhorne the Murderous Vagrant Slays Monsters And Steals Their Loot
I daresay all of us wish we could make such an awesome exit from an awkward conversation as 6 Juggernaut just did. Sadly most of us have these useless bodies of dangly arms and legs and not a perfect flaming wheel. That makes trying to roll along the ground at high speeds very difficult, believe me.
This Knight of Thorns is not yet ready to acknowledge they are turning from their chosen Path. But Doubt is a vicious weed, and once it takes root, it shall spread until its tendrils crack the heart wide open.
Depends. For the news of a great deed to spread there must be two things; The first is that there must be a Great deed. The second is that there must be a surviving witness.
Master of sword law requires the first, but not the second.
Perhaps an expert craves the former, but a master of sword-law knows that “great deeds” are how fools refer to massacres. A master requires only wine and time to forget before next they commit a great deed upon the multiverse.
This is the part where I say something deep and profound, right?
Let’s see, let’s see…
Something something faces and masks, lies that fool the liar, insert echo of Juggernaut’s own words about rotting in a puerile existence, something something.
Temper temper
YNGSVALD’s alive! I’m pretty sure I saw him getting rekt in the fight with that angel of death and destruction.
Decapitation is a much less serious affair when one’s neck is more metaphorical than literal.
“It’s not like I like you or anything Maya!” said Juggernaut as she rolled away, furiously blushing.
Blushing brighter than nuclear fire.
Looks like INGSVLD got his head back again.
Wonder how quickly he will lose it this time?
You make it sound as though it is a frequent occurrence. I would point out that this happened only after I stood in the path of a rampaging angel, and that I shall be perfectly fine in no time at all.
Yes, I fully expect that I shall find myself pitted against that angel once more in the future, but I shall be prepared for that day.
Is any blood creature ever prepared for his inevitable autumn?
If you continue chasing Allison, I suspect that day will come sooner rather than later.
Perhaps in your past it wasn’t so, but you seem to have chosen a life in which losing your head will be a frequent occurrence.
Wouldn’t it be more along the lines that INGSVLD got his body back, or his body found INGSVLD?
Well. Considering that they were at the epicenter of a minature blast of angelo-nuclear fire and then fell to the ground from at least dozens of stories up….well, there are a lot of survivors. Pretty tough guys, although Ingsvid looks decidedly worse for wear.
I daresay all of us wish we could make such an awesome exit from an awkward conversation as 6 Juggernaut just did. Sadly most of us have these useless bodies of dangly arms and legs and not a perfect flaming wheel. That makes trying to roll along the ground at high speeds very difficult, believe me.
The brigade of 108 idiots returns! Yay!
More like 6 Tsundere Star Doesn’t Like You Or Anything
You win. I’ve seen good Tsundere jokes in this comment section, but yours is the best.
Were these comments able to receive so-called “likes”, yours would undoubtedly be at the very top. Bravo.
True story—Originally I read Panel 1 as:
“Of what?”
“YOUR FACE”
Step again into the fight
bathe your steel in flashing light
watch for flanking to your right.
Jugs: It’s not like I like you or anything. Baka!!
“iT’S NOT LIKE I PITY YOU OR SOMETHING! B-BAKA!”
This Knight of Thorns is not yet ready to acknowledge they are turning from their chosen Path. But Doubt is a vicious weed, and once it takes root, it shall spread until its tendrils crack the heart wide open.
This Villain may be a Hero yet.
And oooh what fools they will be!
Yes indeed, who is Auntie Maya, with that star upon her brow…
A dangerous foe. An ally you would most wish not to cross.
I want to see a parade spin-off.
Just getting to know the murderous gang.
Other survivors? The parade is made of sterner stuff than I thought.
Goggle Zora, Param, and INGSVLD made it, I see.
And Eris Lo-Kai, the first “Pursuer”.
As a student of sword-law, being asked your name is a great compliment.
As an expert of sword-law, having to give your name is a grave insult.
As a master of sword-law, abandon your name and instead let yourself be known by the wails of anguish that surround you.
I would have to replace my stationery.
Depends. For the news of a great deed to spread there must be two things; The first is that there must be a Great deed. The second is that there must be a surviving witness.
Master of sword law requires the first, but not the second.
Perhaps an expert craves the former, but a master of sword-law knows that “great deeds” are how fools refer to massacres. A master requires only wine and time to forget before next they commit a great deed upon the multiverse.
Different ranks of certain classes
are tiered against the way the masses
respond when one, through town, passes.
Yes! The bearded blockhead survived! He’s my favourite.
Such a contagious thing, this “humanity”.
YAY! Monkey survived. I didn’t notice at first because every time she takes her helmet off I don’t recognize her.
And while not one of the fools I’m back, I’m sure a few would be pleased to see Goggles surviving.
D-DONT GET THE WRONG IDEA B-BAKA
Couldn’t resist.
PATHETIC
P҉AT̸H̡ET̴IC
P҉̮͍̳̩̦̞A͙̜̭T̵͉̯̣H͉͓̥̦̩̭̹͠E҉̯̹͍̪̪T̤͍̝̬̟I̶͖̹̪C̫̘̘͞
M̶̷̢͔̣̤̯̓ͭ̃ͭͅE͒̒̈͂͏͈̻̼͎T̢̠̺̙̙̓̉A̭̻̦̓̊ͦͩ́͐͢T̐͐ͦ̕͝͏̠͚̪̻Rͨ̌̏̕͏̗̯̣Ọ̮̻̯̪̣̉̒̓ͯ́̾͘͞͠N̺̼̩̹̖̥̋͗ͤ̚ ͯͣ̇ͩ̔ͧͩ҉̭̠̪̯͟L̛̰̩̖̋̾̋̄ͫͣ̌ͩI̛͚̳̗͔̹͖͕̠ͨV͍̱̝̝͎͎͍̮̻ͬ̍̅͌ͯE̛̺͚ͦSͭͯ̆҉̴̠͉
METATRON LIVES
METATRON LIVES!
Why yes he does!
METATRON LIVES!
…Ok, I confess, I just like saying that.
This is the part where I say something deep and profound, right?
Let’s see, let’s see…
Something something faces and masks, lies that fool the liar, insert echo of Juggernaut’s own words about rotting in a puerile existence, something something.
Oh Jugs, you can’t hide that pretty face. And if the eyes are the windows to the soul, well…Those spikes slipped for a moment, didn’t they?
As for the rest of the flotsam, the answer is clear:
Auntie is no one to be trifled with.