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Holy Haggis.

Guys and Dolls, I present my entry in the semifinal match of ‘s Fight League. It’s wasn’t no cake walk, neither. Not so much the execution part, though that was no stroll in the park. No, it was the conceptualization stage that kept tripping me up. I always try to set up my fights so they make sense, or else not have a fight at all (tequila shots, anyone?). And clearly, people wanted an actual fight in this one. But how could everyone’s favorite feathered foe of felony top these two superpowered skirts?

Freddy, lights.

THE PLAID WONDER: Super strength! The ability to summon an army of be-plaided warriors! And the perilously potent Plaidsma beam, rounding out her titanic trifecta of talents! How could the Fowl best her? Well, he couldn’t, really. He’s a sharp detective and a quick thinker and blah blah blah, but that can’t help him too much against a Scottish mob and their curvy ringleader. So here, you can see the Plaid Wonder and her Plaidmen pretty much hand him his ass.

The only one in this match who could logically lay out ‘s Tartan Titan was

VIGIL: To know her is to love her, this time-traveling mother Teresa with the exact opposite of a self-esteem problem. Naturally, she is just as far out of the Fowl’s league in an out-and-out confrontation. So instead of chucking a knife at her, our medicated masked manhunter goes on bended knee and appeals to her sense of superiority. I went for a vaguely Apostle-esque pose with him as he questions the actions of his better. It’s a fair question, I think: Why would one so advanced participate in the bread and circuses of mere mortals?

To this, she has, as of yet, no answer… perhaps the incomparable will give her rebuttal. At any event the two of them hit it off, travel back in time and then head off to the future [link] , because one must travel back to a time when that future was still a possibility in order to access it. It’s science, people. Get hip.

The look of this thing was inspired by and old pop-art comic book exhibit I saw back in Austin a few years back. It was a trick to pull off, since I work in marker only, but I’m rather pleased with the result. Color opens up a slew of possibilities… see how Vigil turns yellow in the last panel, where she starts to question herself and that white purity of her lofty superiority starts to slip away? I could manage something like that in Black and White, but this is so much more effective.

Also featured: THE SCHIZOPHRENIC MANIFESTAION OF THE FOWL’S FATHER, LEVON DeMOGE, because he’s the bee’s knees.

Should this be my FINAL final entry, Let me say again what great fun this whole thing has been. Angelcrusher's a man of, like, greatness and stuff. True story.

's end of it: [link]
's end-all-end of it: [link]

Description
Holy Haggis.

Guys and Dolls, I present my entry in the semifinal match of ‘s Fight League. It’s wasn’t no cake walk, neither. Not so much the execution part, though that was no stroll in the park. No, it was the conceptualization stage that kept tripping me up. I always try to set up my fights so they make sense, or else not have a fight at all (tequila shots, anyone?). And clearly, people wanted an actual fight in this one. But how could everyone’s favorite feathered foe of felony top these two superpowered skirts?

Freddy, lights.

THE PLAID WONDER: Super strength! The ability to summon an army of be-plaided warriors! And the perilously potent Plaidsma beam, rounding out her titanic trifecta of talents! How could the Fowl best her? Well, he couldn’t, really. He’s a sharp detective and a quick thinker and blah blah blah, but that can’t help him too much against a Scottish mob and their curvy ringleader. So here, you can see the Plaid Wonder and her Plaidmen pretty much hand him his ass.

The only one in this match who could logically lay out ‘s Tartan Titan was

VIGIL: To know her is to love her, this time-traveling mother Teresa with the exact opposite of a self-esteem problem. Naturally, she is just as far out of the Fowl’s league in an out-and-out confrontation. So instead of chucking a knife at her, our medicated masked manhunter goes on bended knee and appeals to her sense of superiority. I went for a vaguely Apostle-esque pose with him as he questions the actions of his better. It’s a fair question, I think: Why would one so advanced participate in the bread and circuses of mere mortals?

To this, she has, as of yet, no answer… perhaps the incomparable will give her rebuttal. At any event the two of them hit it off, travel back in time and then head off to the future [link] , because one must travel back to a time when that future was still a possibility in order to access it. It’s science, people. Get hip.

The look of this thing was inspired by and old pop-art comic book exhibit I saw back in Austin a few years back. It was a trick to pull off, since I work in marker only, but I’m rather pleased with the result. Color opens up a slew of possibilities… see how Vigil turns yellow in the last panel, where she starts to question herself and that white purity of her lofty superiority starts to slip away? I could manage something like that in Black and White, but this is so much more effective.

Also featured: THE SCHIZOPHRENIC MANIFESTAION OF THE FOWL’S FATHER, LEVON DeMOGE, because he’s the bee’s knees.

Should this be my FINAL final entry, Let me say again what great fun this whole thing has been. Angelcrusher's a man of, like, greatness and stuff. True story.

's end of it: [link]
's end-all-end of it: [link]