To consider a strike to kill the laws of nature is as short-sighted as the ogre who’s eyes are on the inside of his skull. To master Cutting is to define nature, and Tenet 5 of Meti’s guide to Mastering the Sword reveals, it is far better to write, to write new laws for nature as the parer of potentials that excises infinites.
You think too much to consider nature a part of a Cut. You must not cling to your action, or its result. Clinging is the great error of men. A man who strikes without thought of his action can cut God.
A fact forgotten by almost all but the students of natural law, is that there are none. All natural laws are conjecture at the universe’s mechanisms not yet disproven. The goal of those students is to destroy that conjecture until only truth remains,in that regard the sciences are rather like cutting.
Love how the guards give an awkward silence in the first panel. Like they were listening to Ten and waiting for her speech to be over so they could continue their attack.
“…she was juggling them like a pair of circus balls. When our correspondent asked he ‘How it’s even possible?’, she gave him an answer that caused his brain to short-circuit with explosive results. He survived by a…”
Witness well the mark of a true master of her craft, my lovelies.
There is no childish glee or smug satisfaction, as there was in Mother Om. That is the mark of the practiced journeyman. There is not the terror barely contained with exultant power, as there was in Allison. That is the mark of the apprentice.
On the face of Murder the Gods and Topple their Thrones is the resignation that lies beyond boredom. It no longer wears at her that she must perform this most simple of tricks. It matters not to her that to the uninitiated this seems the greatest of Arts. It is simply a chore.
Diagnose the patient’s illness from seemingly unrelated causes. Determine what the customer desires before they themselves know. Weave the names of a demon that has yet to be born. Strip the char from cherry-red iron. Strike the stone in the place that it will shatter. Magic so simple its practitioners recognize it as magic not at all.
But oh, how the peasants gape in awe at their performance.
Uther "Chaos Angel", Least of Jagganoth's Foreservants
Yes, it all looks very impressive, but any knight worth their oath could do as much.
Well, perhaps not quite so casually, nor with so clean a cut, nor with a blade that was fully sheathed at the time the weapon was fired. But as I’ve argued with Layla in the past, guns are all well and good, but a true knight will not be so easily defeated.
Mmmmhhh, she not only deflected the projectile… but also sliced right through. Most interesting, many either edge through, or edge away. She didn’t choose but instead cut both ways in 1 strike. Clear proof of a talent for cutting.
Kind of sad to realize that — when the Mobile Oppression Palace inevitably falls from the sky — the world will lose a lot of priceless antique masterwork furniture.
I mean, an almighty cosmotyrant will also be deposed before she can plunder another universe for fruit and tribute and wives, so I consider the whole affair a net gain, but still.
Often I have encountered the sort of combatant that can catch and/or deflect bullets, and I find their arrogance tiresome. An automatic shotgun has silenced many of their boasts. That said, I am somehow gripped with the impression that such methods might not work on this particular swordswoman. Best move for long-term survival is the avoid the fight entirely.
I vote nay, older brother, for while the principal Art of Cutting is truly an impressive Art, when Allison has come to master the terrible Blade of Want, the Art of Cutting and all other martial forms shall seem as meet children’s toys before its terrible desire.
I love how the Sarge is like “Fire, you fools!” and they’re just like “Is he fckin serious?” “Ralph, do it!” “No, you do it!” “Okay, lemme handle that. At such distance, I can’t miss.” *fires* “Did… Did you just miss?” “I… I swear I aimed for the head!” “Gosh, Damian, you’re useless!”
Ryūjin no ken wo kurae!
Ryūjin no ken w~oh well.
Play of the Game: Mathangi Ten Meti
A beautiful demonstration of the art of Cutting.
I wonder if she will both destroying them when they scatter.
..bother. bother destroying them. I must write more carefully.
“A man who writes without thought can misspell Dog.”
Or other less important words.
“When we fight, our swords can kill the laws of nature itself.”
To consider a strike to kill the laws of nature is as short-sighted as the ogre who’s eyes are on the inside of his skull. To master Cutting is to define nature, and Tenet 5 of Meti’s guide to Mastering the Sword reveals, it is far better to write, to write new laws for nature as the parer of potentials that excises infinites.
You think too much to consider nature a part of a Cut. You must not cling to your action, or its result. Clinging is the great error of men. A man who strikes without thought of his action can cut God.
A fact forgotten by almost all but the students of natural law, is that there are none. All natural laws are conjecture at the universe’s mechanisms not yet disproven. The goal of those students is to destroy that conjecture until only truth remains,in that regard the sciences are rather like cutting.
Congratulations on the Hundred Pages, Abbadon!
And to another 5999999900!
Prozit!
Abbadon’s in for the long haul it seems!
Love how the guards give an awkward silence in the first panel. Like they were listening to Ten and waiting for her speech to be over so they could continue their attack.
Of course, decorum is important. It just won’t due to interrupt the lady now would it.
Or they knew they were screwed and were trying to prolong their painful deaths for as long as possible.
Let it not be said that good manners are impractical
“Ancient mystic found with two bullet holes”
“…she was juggling them like a pair of circus balls. When our correspondent asked he ‘How it’s even possible?’, she gave him an answer that caused his brain to short-circuit with explosive results. He survived by a…”
“Moose?”
Witness well the mark of a true master of her craft, my lovelies.
There is no childish glee or smug satisfaction, as there was in Mother Om. That is the mark of the practiced journeyman. There is not the terror barely contained with exultant power, as there was in Allison. That is the mark of the apprentice.
On the face of Murder the Gods and Topple their Thrones is the resignation that lies beyond boredom. It no longer wears at her that she must perform this most simple of tricks. It matters not to her that to the uninitiated this seems the greatest of Arts. It is simply a chore.
Diagnose the patient’s illness from seemingly unrelated causes. Determine what the customer desires before they themselves know. Weave the names of a demon that has yet to be born. Strip the char from cherry-red iron. Strike the stone in the place that it will shatter. Magic so simple its practitioners recognize it as magic not at all.
But oh, how the peasants gape in awe at their performance.
I like it when she cuts things.
Such a beautiful cutting, and done by pure instinct at that!
Yes, it all looks very impressive, but any knight worth their oath could do as much.
Well, perhaps not quite so casually, nor with so clean a cut, nor with a blade that was fully sheathed at the time the weapon was fired. But as I’ve argued with Layla in the past, guns are all well and good, but a true knight will not be so easily defeated.
Its unfortunate Layla has never gotten her hands on some of Jagganoth’s tech. I’m sure she could persuade thy otherwise.
Once you are involving Jagganoth in any capacity to make your point, you have already lost your argument for something being ‘easy’.
To strike at god is the ultimate crime. If you wish to be pardoned, kill god and pardon Yourself.
Sturdy cabinet right there. Nothing but the best for Mottom!
This, truly, is a mark of reading.
Plot creates duration, which in this mode is paradoxical.
Such attention, however, unpicks the world.
Mmmmhhh, she not only deflected the projectile… but also sliced right through. Most interesting, many either edge through, or edge away. She didn’t choose but instead cut both ways in 1 strike. Clear proof of a talent for cutting.
Kind of sad to realize that — when the Mobile Oppression Palace inevitably falls from the sky — the world will lose a lot of priceless antique masterwork furniture.
I mean, an almighty cosmotyrant will also be deposed before she can plunder another universe for fruit and tribute and wives, so I consider the whole affair a net gain, but still.
The loss of history and art is always a bit sad no matter the context.
Often I have encountered the sort of combatant that can catch and/or deflect bullets, and I find their arrogance tiresome. An automatic shotgun has silenced many of their boasts. That said, I am somehow gripped with the impression that such methods might not work on this particular swordswoman. Best move for long-term survival is the avoid the fight entirely.
Did she glare the bullet in half?
“Beware the swordsman who carries no blade.”
SEE ANGELS FIGHTING MATHANGI AND MOTTOM
ALLISON STARRING IN THE FORBIDDEN PALACE
ALL NIGHT 20 PAGES FEATURE NON-STOP VIOLENCE SHOW
Ys and Atun, double feature
Allison will kill some creatures
See beggars fighting
Demi-urges and guilds!
At the late night, prophetic cosmic show!!!
The eyes of instant, unbridled violence haunt onlookers long after the end of battle.
Glory to the hundredth page.
Glory to the hundredth page!
Cleave Heaven in twain.
Those eyes! they certainly see more than I do.
My father speaks of ‘being, not doing’ and thinks himself wise.
My mother speaks of creating and control and thinks herself good.
Endeavour now, not to speak, and not to think of myself at all.
Liar! None of what you said rhymes.
much is lost in translation from the original cranicular cant that so impresses our most learned poet-adepts.
Thusly you are defeated by your own words.
Through firmer investigation, you might discover that My Name Rhymes.
But I am not willing to elaborate, for in doing so I demonstrate much vanity
This is axiomatic.
Rhymes? Not in your language, no.
…Well, time for Maya to become the protagonist. All in favor, vote aye.
I vote nay, older brother, for while the principal Art of Cutting is truly an impressive Art, when Allison has come to master the terrible Blade of Want, the Art of Cutting and all other martial forms shall seem as meet children’s toys before its terrible desire.
This one believes that a very comprehensive lesson on the anatomy of the human body is about to be delivered by our lowly soup vendor.
斬
殺神
Why do they use guns?
Do they not know that a gun is useless against the sword?
What if it the guns have little swords at their ends?
or Punishers gun that shoots swords?
http://ci.memecdn.com/194/1502194.jpg
What if the bullets have little swords at their ends?
super
hot
“*Gains Achievement* Game of the year.”
-Vegeta, on Super Hot
super
HOT
I love how the Sarge is like “Fire, you fools!” and they’re just like “Is he fckin serious?” “Ralph, do it!” “No, you do it!” “Okay, lemme handle that. At such distance, I can’t miss.” *fires* “Did… Did you just miss?” “I… I swear I aimed for the head!” “Gosh, Damian, you’re useless!”