Compensating for the fact that swinging a pipe once isn’t that impressive, Erica added some more savagery into the first couple of panels here.

I like the moment of vulnerability as Scarlett lies more or less helpless. As you may remember, Frigg cracked her rib and Gravedust further aggravated the injury, so it’s entirely realistic that she can’t get up at this point.

Priestlord Gigundus. Well. He’s a pretty obvious metaphor, isn’t he? The God who isn’t really there, who’s also a Pope who still isn’t really there. For a self-avowed agnostic, I’ve always held faith somewhere close to my heart, which is why I reserve a special anger for those who abuse it.