Merchant guilds about to remember that little detail where hundreds of thousands of dimensions have been conquered by these key-bearers just for funsies. They have all this wealth and power and they’re about to end up like that guy who brought Mottom a bunch of severed heads.
They gonna learn why you don’t bring gunships to a GOD battle.
Agreed btw, the republic regular guys are the real G’s here. Slicing and dicin the ankles of giants and going down swinging.
I’m sure others have written this, but ABSOLUTE CINEMA.
Tell me, What are your thoughts on death.
I don’t particularly care, but my master always asked before killing anyone.
The secret is that one *can always* afford to fire the shot as long as one takes it.
Indecision, however, proves expensive beyond measure.
She didn’t use the good ammo… For that slight & all these weak, unsightly cuts… She won’t even live to regret it for offending Royalty..
Cue AC/DC’s Thunderstruck.
i love how this comic casually invokes something cool like ‘radio monks’ and can get away not showing them
Dracula Flow type energy. Sheer confidence _^_
She is using her white miles
Such a press of arms invites many opportunities for unintentional fratricide.
Gods the writing was strong back then
How many marks per cubit for that spear?
Ten minutes? I thought Maya would have chopped that ship in half by now. It’s a huge target! How could you miss?
She’s got a really long way to climb to be fair.
True. It’s also probably quite difficult to do when you’re drunk.
There is your problem, you brought a battle ship to a god fight.
if cigarettes can be a sport
and you can shop online for shorts
then I’d suggest wearing sunglasses
Well, if you’re going to, you’d better do it now.
Farewell, four legged lady. We hardly knew ye.
The battle is lost, but for who? Because I can spot Royalty, and experience taught me to never consider any distance between it and me safe.
You see, I don’t believe you can afford not to.
Finally, Allison is gonna punch one of those guys
I’d wager my stock of good ammo on the worm. Not that bullets work against an unthinking swarm.
Insert your choice of guitar or drum riff here, the final moment of calm before the ass kicking commences in earnest.
The last time Allison did this, somebody suggested Immigrant Song.
Shut up and die quietly.
oooh
Tens upon tens.
10,000 cubit gofuckyourself.
Merchant guilds about to remember that little detail where hundreds of thousands of dimensions have been conquered by these key-bearers just for funsies. They have all this wealth and power and they’re about to end up like that guy who brought Mottom a bunch of severed heads.
I hope this attack gets a title card.