Ok, he *bounced*. He fell on his ass and he *bounced*.
If someone tries to smack him in the ass, i’m assuming the person’s hand will bounce right back at their face, right?
Whatever can you mean, Fair Feline? He might chop off his hand, and so he’d be unable to hold her hand tenderly? He might chop off his foot, and be unable to walk to bring her wildflowers? He might chop off his lips, and be unable to whisper sweetly to her, on a starry night in the wood?
It is clever to guard a huge castle so well that somebody can fly over it in broad daylight unseen
Shame he’s forgotten how to fly.
Now the question, how do they get down?
They get him to throw a rope at the tower… really hard
He’s so graceful.
Do a barrel-roll!
Channelling Vega: You’re doing it wrong.
Roll > Roll > Clawpunch!
And the Swandive goes down from the fence; not up from the rockman.
She had a lot more fun going up than he did. But Paddington could not have been more accurate. 🙂
I like Alex’s “Oh crap, this is going to hurt” face in the first panel- or is that his “I need clean underwear now” face?
And Alex does the Kage Bunshin No Jutsu in the last panel…
Reminds me of all the times I’ve tripped on nothing…except that I wasn’t exactly tossed by a rock giant.
> “I need clean underwear now†face
Ah, but will he still need clean underwear when he wakes up?
(yeah, I know; eww … )
😉
Quick Felecia! Grab him!
*Grabs part of armour above her head*
Oh, wait. Now he has no underwear…
He’s got an armour (armor) so it won’t hurt.
Ok, he *bounced*. He fell on his ass and he *bounced*.
If someone tries to smack him in the ass, i’m assuming the person’s hand will bounce right back at their face, right?
Perfect ten for the form, but the landing needs work.
now theres a useful technique.
for example:
POOF
hey me. go down that dark alley and tell me if you get shanked
k OH SHI-
yep. not goin down there….
Lucky he didn’t impale himself, or chop other certain areas that I’m sure his lady companions would be sad to have damaged. *Wink Wink*
Landing straight on your butt must hurt pretty damn hard.
Whatever can you mean, Fair Feline? He might chop off his hand, and so he’d be unable to hold her hand tenderly? He might chop off his foot, and be unable to walk to bring her wildflowers? He might chop off his lips, and be unable to whisper sweetly to her, on a starry night in the wood?
*assumes pose of wide-eyed innocence*