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the access hatch buckled easily under His will, first shaking, then tearing itself from the clamps. The crumpled chunk of alloy buried itself in a nearby car. Uninterested in the damage He just wrought, the Warrior dropped inside the newly opened hole in the ground, landing hard on the paving below. Once He sent nations to their doom with a the mere hint of a gesture, now He he was forced to pursue His enemies through a sewer, with nothing more then a sword and pulse pistol. Nondescript muck was already congealing on the nose of his fine steel shod combat boots. Worse still, the enemies He so persintently hunted, were not Titans, they were not Gods or even half-gods, the mongrels were just mortals, mere humans, that made the mistake of wronging him.

He could make out their particulary foul odours now, his nose twitching like a hound on a scent, they could not be further away then a mile or two. More certain of their direction He was now, only Visible to His Divine senses were the faint chemical trails, their inperfect bodies left behind. His hate and anger were things of substence know, the air around him shimmered and the narrow walls seemed to buckle and shy away from the angry deity that strode past them. The pulse pistol, voiced "charged, ready for use". As he slowly rose from the ground and rushed to find his prey, a faint smile played on His face. In all those centuries Divine retribution never lost its charm.....

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A painting/character design(zeus), done for a comic I am working on.

acrylic paints and ink.

cleaned up in paintshop pro 8

Description
the access hatch buckled easily under His will, first shaking, then tearing itself from the clamps. The crumpled chunk of alloy buried itself in a nearby car. Uninterested in the damage He just wrought, the Warrior dropped inside the newly opened hole in the ground, landing hard on the paving below. Once He sent nations to their doom with a the mere hint of a gesture, now He he was forced to pursue His enemies through a sewer, with nothing more then a sword and pulse pistol. Nondescript muck was already congealing on the nose of his fine steel shod combat boots. Worse still, the enemies He so persintently hunted, were not Titans, they were not Gods or even half-gods, the mongrels were just mortals, mere humans, that made the mistake of wronging him.

He could make out their particulary foul odours now, his nose twitching like a hound on a scent, they could not be further away then a mile or two. More certain of their direction He was now, only Visible to His Divine senses were the faint chemical trails, their inperfect bodies left behind. His hate and anger were things of substence know, the air around him shimmered and the narrow walls seemed to buckle and shy away from the angry deity that strode past them. The pulse pistol, voiced "charged, ready for use". As he slowly rose from the ground and rushed to find his prey, a faint smile played on His face. In all those centuries Divine retribution never lost its charm.....

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A painting/character design(zeus), done for a comic I am working on.

acrylic paints and ink.

cleaned up in paintshop pro 8