I once met a traveler from a distant island, trapped in a land of snow, flying a kite, cutlass sheathed at his hip, and what appeared to be the scent of a stolen pie emanating from a nondescript box. He seemed lost in melancholic thought. When I asked what troubled him, he looked upon me, and said “I weep, for there are no more worlds left to parry.”
Maybe.
Perchance.
Mayhaps
Might could be
Surelyn’t
perhaps
Signs point to (shrug)
Could potentially come to fruition.
With a certain amount of probability.
It is contingent
Now back to the waiting, another four months of nothing.
The sword is an ugly piece of metal, and its adherents idiots.
When a slab of metal pierces your skin, its prettiness matters not.
Disagreed, when my head is cleaved from my body I wish to know whether I should weep with awe or disgust
It’s a million to one chance. Exactly a million to one.
Maya’s takeoff sound effect courtesy of Don Martin
Needs more Bzorp-chk-chk-GARUMP-Shcka-Shcka, but yeah…
I’d have gone with Jeff Wayne, provided there were more OOOOOOOOOLAAAAAAAAAHH
Why did she fart herself into the sky
UUUUUUUULLLLAAAAAAAAA
YOU, YOU GET IT
Those crop up nine times out of ten…
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…
This is the moment I was waiting for the whole series.
The moment we didn’t know we were waiting for, but in hindsight was inevitable..
How come you didn’t know that Maya would fight Incubus towards the end of the story?
She *said* she’d do that, multiple times.
Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, my sword is broken, but still works maybe….
FUCKIN SWEET
FUUUUUCCKING GOOSEBUUUUUUUUMMMPS
They will definetly fuck
Username checks out
Thats a Chad move right there
Burn brightly, peasant.
Fuuuuuuuxk yeeeaaa
Maya continuing to be my favorite character. You don’t need to act like a badass when you naturally are one.
Everything was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt
Lifter?
Bless you for knowing Lifter, though!
We’re the few!
Or probably SH5 now that I think on it
The edge her of intent truly stays undulled with time.
tp tp tp tp tp tp SHN-
PHLLT sounds like a sound effect for a wet fart, it ruins the whole scene for me -_-
That is hilarious, but I think it’s meant to be the sound of her coat flapping as she jumps.
Surely a wet Maya fart would do more than ruffle a coat. The logical conclusion is that the stew serves to fuel her self-propulsion.
Ok glad I’m not the only one of this opinion lol
Followed by a Splunk-Bzorp-Chachuk Chk Chk Cha-Gonk when she deflects the beam…
“””PHLLT sounds like a sound effect for a wet fart”””
Wasn’t it on purpose?
Protect the rat.
PROTECT THE RAT
REACH HEAVEN THROUGH VIOLENCE
oh my GOD yes ive needed to see her kick his teeth in and cut his head off regardless for MONTHS noww.
hehehehee its finally happening!!!!
The absolute cinema continues. I don’t think Maya will, though.
Are U Mr. Siddell?
Tom 113?
reach violence through heaven
Now that’s a fine cut
White Chain aura farming in the first panel
why does Sivran, the largest godship, not simply eat the other ships?
Because like all of the Godships, Sivran is a corpse.
Hummmmmm, necrophilia!
Necrophagia! Important difference
For me there’s no difference at all.
(Google my name)
Fuck
Yes
Incubus is gonna be Splitcubus.
*CSI miami intro scream* YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
You mean Roger Daltrey screaming in the Who’s Won’t Get Fooled Again?
No, he means the CSI miami intro scream you sniveling pedant
Same energy as that one video in YouTube of a guy parrying a nuclear blast
It is a well-known fact of the universe that if one has a powerful and wise mentor, they must go out in a blaze of mastery.
That, or retire to making noodles.
Tampopo
Or both. Both is good.
Echoes from a different song.
Hello.
My name is Methangi Ten Meti.
You murdered my master.
Prepare to die.
Time to wipe that smug look off Incubus’s face. Get him, Methangi Ten Meti. Go and set things right.
“You wouldn’t parry a nuke.”
They call it the probably sword cuz this is probably the coolest thing ever.
Maybe you’re right.
+PARRIED
Hello boys!
I’m BAAAACK!
PARRY THE WORLD
I once met a traveler from a distant island, trapped in a land of snow, flying a kite, cutlass sheathed at his hip, and what appeared to be the scent of a stolen pie emanating from a nondescript box. He seemed lost in melancholic thought. When I asked what troubled him, he looked upon me, and said “I weep, for there are no more worlds left to parry.”