Volume Four, Chapter 21, Page 902
Dec04
I hope you all had a good week and holiday last week!
Todays vote incentive is a Patreon request of Evon spanking Evee while Hero watches! (NSFW)
Also there are two brand new wallpapers available on the Extras page! I originally shared these wallpapers of Evon and Evee on my Patreon over the summer and now I’m making it available for everyone!
Have a good weekend!
Was wondering when Freya would step in.
Can you hit someone with glasses, Hero? (Not just will you, CAN you?)
*Hero removes Freya’s glasses and proceeds to hit her with them*
I mean it more in the sense that Frey’s probably a much better hand-to-hand fighter.
Those aren’t glasses, those are windows!
Thank you for not killing Fern. Still on the fence whether he should be spared or not. Kinda love hate him like a certain potions/dark arts professor at a certain wizardry school.
Oh look, a background punch.
Punching the hand holding the sword, forcing the hand to drop said sword point down… right above the schmuck on the ground
Dat vote incentive, ooh my…
Wot U sed!
So a large tear in the shirt and blood splatter with chest full of blood but no gapping wound? WHERES THE exposed organs and bones?
While there has been plenty of blood in the comic, there has never been that type of gore. Closest you’d probably get would be Evee’s escape, and even then it isn’t shown, just implied.
That punch is good, but not as much as Hero’s falchion punch.
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Jug of Punch, by Paddy, Tom, and Liam Clancy, with Tommy Makem:
[see it on YewTewb]
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One pleasant evening in the month of June
As I was sitting with my glass and spoon
A small bird sat on an ivy bunch
And the song he sang was “The Jug Of Punch”
What more diversion can a man desire
Than to sit him down by a snug turf fire?
Upon his knee a pretty wench
And on the table a jug of punch
Let the doctors come with all their art
They’ll make no impression upon my heart
Even the cripple forgets his hunch
When he’s snuggled ‘side a jug of punch
And if I get drunk, well the money’s me own
And them that don’t like me, they can leave me alone
I’ll tune me fiddle and I’ll rosin me bow
And I’ll be welcome wherever I go