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"I'm not much of a fighter. I mean, I don't like fighting. Or conflict. Anything like that. Really.

It's not that I can't fight. I mean, Gods, my dad was a soldier. As soon as I was big enough to lift a hammer I had to train damn near every day. I remember once brought a large tree branch and said I couldn't go home until I had punched clean through it. My knuckles are like big slabs of iron now. Intense calisthenics, strength training, sparring with my brothers...ugh. Of course, Mom always had a hot meal ready for us when we were done. And then we'd spend some time with our studies and get to bed, but not before hearing Mom's new-age philosophy about transcendentalism or nature. Huh.

So, I can fight. Well. Hammer swings or bare-knuckle boxing, I can fight. It's just that I don't want to. It's a shame that trouble likes to follow me around anyway. Of course, if I'm fighting at night, I do have an ace in my sleeve.

It's not that I don't appreciate back up, but I feel like I'd rather just take the hits and fall honorably. And usually I do. But whenever I appear to be in too much danger, It seems Lilith is more than happy to help me out. Which is great. It's just...well...ouch. Is it emasculating? Maybe. But I'm about four inches tall, so masculinity isn't my concern. But I feel sorry for whoever has to get obliterated by her curves. She doesn't kill. She never would. But....just...ow."
-Simon

If I had a margin of quality, I would say this falls below it.

Just some POV practice. Not bad, but the inking is very messy.

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"I'm not much of a fighter. I mean, I don't like fighting. Or conflict. Anything like that. Really.

It's not that I can't fight. I mean, Gods, my dad was a soldier. As soon as I was big enough to lift a hammer I had to train damn near every day. I remember once brought a large tree branch and said I couldn't go home until I had punched clean through it. My knuckles are like big slabs of iron now. Intense calisthenics, strength training, sparring with my brothers...ugh. Of course, Mom always had a hot meal ready for us when we were done. And then we'd spend some time with our studies and get to bed, but not before hearing Mom's new-age philosophy about transcendentalism or nature. Huh.

So, I can fight. Well. Hammer swings or bare-knuckle boxing, I can fight. It's just that I don't want to. It's a shame that trouble likes to follow me around anyway. Of course, if I'm fighting at night, I do have an ace in my sleeve.

It's not that I don't appreciate back up, but I feel like I'd rather just take the hits and fall honorably. And usually I do. But whenever I appear to be in too much danger, It seems Lilith is more than happy to help me out. Which is great. It's just...well...ouch. Is it emasculating? Maybe. But I'm about four inches tall, so masculinity isn't my concern. But I feel sorry for whoever has to get obliterated by her curves. She doesn't kill. She never would. But....just...ow."
-Simon

If I had a margin of quality, I would say this falls below it.

Just some POV practice. Not bad, but the inking is very messy.