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What, do you want to see her dropped from a height of 30 feet or so by herself? Gets more lethal the higher up you go.
It is nice to see a character avoid the ol' "Put me Down! Aaaagh! Careful what you wish for" trope.
Herself and the vampire. She doesn't want to be dropped.
Thank goodness Betty's on Zandra's side. I get the feeling she'd be a nightmare as an antagonist.
Makes me wonder if we'll see any other Pooka show up down the line.
Also, I love Betty. Betty is fantastic. :D
Who says she will not be an antagonist later?
All we know is that she is Zandra's Knight this time.
Betty feels like someone whose gotten a little tired of playing the bad guy. Fighting on the behalf of a demon whom is still, ultimately, a disenfranchaised 20-something is jist too good an oppprtunity to play nice but not be *too* good.
Pooka are made of grey areas
Betty Death Bunny..And Vampires can not use Holy Hand Grenades.. Well there Screwed...
I need to add Betty to my D&D game -- one of the players already has a Yucky Face, so...
Teeth...lots and lots of 'em
Uhhh I don't suppose you'd settle for like some tofu....
Boobs or no boobs, I do love our vorpal pook. Dangerous rabbits, doncha know.
We can all be happy she is not the Bunny of Cherbanog. He always goes for the throat first. Much less witty banter that way.
"I only have to get you inside me"
Do... does vampification always involve hardcore vore?
'Cause that's spooky as heck.
Also that's either a giant pair of scissors or just a big ol' knife/sword Betty's using. Either way she's cool.
I think that is actually her cane. Looks like the bunny ears it has at the end, see?
She's badass enough to detach an EAR and use it as a blade. Don't rule THAT out.
Some people would disarming someone at the shuolder rather then the weapon would be overkill.
But then again: "There is no overkill, only open fire and I need to reload."
Well, that would only be dis-weaponing them. This seems much more disarming. :D
It seems Rebecca is maturing as a member of the cast. Half a chapter back she was a self-conscious, eager-beaver go-fer; now, she seems to be a calmer, more collected double-agent who appears to be channeling almost Daria levels of spectator snark. You've got to give the lady credit; for a supporting character, she's got range.
Love the fresh blood, but I think we have a pretty full roster as it is...
She is gunna go far though!
Shit I'm just glad the black lady cop isn't dead. I like her.
She does not look like she was going to retire that soon- so she did not have to fear death that much.
In THAT town, a cop doesn't have to be ready to retire to be "gettin' to old for this shit".
This page deserves an award for the most number of memorable quotes. The vampire? Creepy, effective, not entirely unexpected. Betty's "raining limbs"? Totally out of the blue, brilliant in its lunacy. Rebecca's? The punchline. All three are quote-worthy.
When you are confronted with a situation like this, all you can do is keep putting one foot in front of the other and hope that the people in charge are hands off type of managers. If you keep a level head on your shoulder, there will usually be someone willing you to give you a hand and a leg up. I think I lost my mind a while ago, but it may come back if I am patient. Many, many possible puns and I am sure that the pooka will deliver some cutting remarks.
By the way, I looooooooooooooove Betty's close-up. Total, unfettered, boundless lunacy set loose.
Ya know, I was hoping for the cavalry to show up and save Ms. Cop, but... this was NOT the cavalry I expected!
This... the antiheroes saving the day, body parts everywhere... this is even better!! :)
NOBODY expects the Span...
Oh, wait, never mind. Misfire. Carry on.
Whoa black Betty, bam-ba-lam
Whoa black Betty, bam-ba-lam
Black Betty had a child, bam-ba-lam
The damn thing gone wild, bam-ba-lam
Joes, I gotta say. I really like how you handle supernatural creatures. Like in the werewolf arc, it was heavily foreshadowed that the gang would be dealing with werewolves... But they're gigantic werewolves and the Alpha is HUGE.
Similarly, it was easy to guess that this arc would involve vampires but wow.... Something about a huge mouth filled with teeth that can swallow you up whole is so much more terrifying than a bite to the neck by a bloodsucker.
I dig how there's a whole frame of swingy-cutty action, and the sharp-sound is just a modest little "swish." Like a little kid swinging a stick through the air. But then there's an arm flying free.
I guess that's why they call them vorpal.
It always irked me that "vorpal" came to be known as a type of metal; it always seemed to me to just mean "really really very sharp, no even sharper than that, yes sharp enough to cut that too."
I do hope one of them remembers to catch the cop...
♫"It's raining men!"♪
Rebecca has been playing IVAN, it sounds like.
Limb loss is a *feature.*
Come back here and take what's coming to you! I'll bite your legs off!
What's that under Betty's eye in panel 8 that wasn't visible in panel 7? Too pale for blood, unless that's what comes from the arm of an unfed vampire. Tear of joy? Blood vessel, or ancient scar, dilated with excitement? Whatever it is, the vamp in panel 7 seems to have lots of it.
Also the contrast between the delusion of kindness in panel 2 and the horror of panel 3 is amazing.
Okay what excatly is that rabbit girl, is she a demon of some kind?
She's a pooka, an animal fae. In the Old School "fae are ultimate chaotic neutral to the point that they really DGAF about anything but their own amusement" style of fae.
And thus we see a promise in the works of being fulfilled.
Names are important. Names are, perhaps, the most important thing in our dear Joe's masterful storytelling. Over and over, and over again, the nature of a name, of a title, of a Story, is brought to our remembrance in small, subtle, simple ways.
A mere twenty-one pages ago, the one called Zandra - once called Sandra, and named a many other things beyond - gave leave and permission, however unknowingly, for the Centzon Totochtin to remember, even for the briefest of times, who and what she had once been, when once she wore that Name. It is fitting then, twenty-one pages later, that a promise made to Zandra under a different Name should be fulfilled.
'Limbless and laid at your hooves.' Never was it thought an idle threat. There is reason beyond rhyme that her kind is called Vorpal Pook, and it is not the cane which makes her so able.
But perhaps this metphor has lost its way, and forgotten what the meta is for. We would do well to wait and see if perhaps there is another Name, another Story, yet to be given voice.
Things have a way of coming in threes, after all.
Great strip, I love Betty! But I'm wondering if the poor police lady is wondering if the rescuer is as bad as the initial baddy, considering that grin!
Brings to mind a Faith No More song.
"Because I'm somewhere in between
My love and my agony
You see, I'm somewhere in between
My life is falling to pieces
Somebody put me together"
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