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“Hurt about as much as I expected” actually is good. It hurt a lot more than expected to slap the priest. Now if just the beer tasted as good as expected again…
Hooray! Now this story is officially ‘slash’ fic! 🙂 You will note, though, that despite the glass cuts covering Tiff’s body, the dress – still undamaged. Not even the gauzy wrap on her shoulders! Adamantium fibers. Gotta be.
Look at that Honey Tiff, smashing through glass, beating up bad guys! All covered with glass cuts, glass shards stabbing into her bare feet – Honey Tiff don’t care! She’s so nasty!
I wonder whether Tiffany will say something like “I’ve been repressing a lot of frustration from someone who looks a lot like you” before she beats up the Gelateonies, or whether she will find some way of restraining them instead of squishing them.
Actually suspect Tiff’s curse might be adapting-not to his/her image of the ideal woman, but rather, to his/her fiery barbarian blood. (Could be, that unbeknownst to single Barbarians, the real truth of Northern women, is that they’re scarier in nine ways than the men…)
“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned”………or in this case, “no fury like a woman squished into a tight adamantium fitting dress, electrocuted, almost burned, cut with glass, and…oh yes…hit on the head with a candlestick (you could kill someone with that :P)”
Aha! I’ve got it! The dressmaker ran out of time, and in desperation, went to the priests, who cast an illusion glamer to make Tiff’s dress! She’s not actually wearing anything, there’s just an illusion of clothing! Mmm, naked under her clothes… That’s why its still intact, and why she can take wounds without damaging the dress. Doesn’t explain how she can hike it up, though…drat.
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Well, that brings a whole new spin to “crashing the party”.
“Hurt about as much as I expected” actually is good. It hurt a lot more than expected to slap the priest. Now if just the beer tasted as good as expected again…
Ouch. I’ve gone through glass like that. It hurts worse than you’d think.
Self-defenestration FTW.
Good thing she didn’t cut any major arteries. Special “jump through glass windows” training? What did she do with her Fractured sword?
No, our indestructible warrior princess is hurt! NOOOOOO!!!!
Hooray! Now this story is officially ‘slash’ fic! 🙂 You will note, though, that despite the glass cuts covering Tiff’s body, the dress – still undamaged. Not even the gauzy wrap on her shoulders! Adamantium fibers. Gotta be.
Look at that Honey Tiff, smashing through glass, beating up bad guys! All covered with glass cuts, glass shards stabbing into her bare feet – Honey Tiff don’t care! She’s so nasty!
Is it me, or is Tiff beginning to look more and more like her/his old self? Check the arms on the last panel.
Oooh, I think Tiffany enjoyed that! She’ll probably enjoy bashing the bad guys’ heads in even more! ^_^
At least Tiffan-Knee isn’t barefoot. That would have made the landing way more painful that it was.
Well judging buy Peonie at least the ruling class hear believe in waxing and or Plucking (ouch) she be cleen! 🙂
I wonder whether Tiffany will say something like “I’ve been repressing a lot of frustration from someone who looks a lot like you” before she beats up the Gelateonies, or whether she will find some way of restraining them instead of squishing them.
Actually suspect Tiff’s curse might be adapting-not to his/her image of the ideal woman, but rather, to his/her fiery barbarian blood. (Could be, that unbeknownst to single Barbarians, the real truth of Northern women, is that they’re scarier in nine ways than the men…)
Thats some well placed glass
“Hell hath no fury like a women scorned”………or in this case, “no fury like a woman squished into a tight adamantium fitting dress, electrocuted, almost burned, cut with glass, and…oh yes…hit on the head with a candlestick (you could kill someone with that :P)”
And yet the dress isn’t hurt at all.
Anyone else notice she has a gash on her left arm under the wrap, but the wrap isn’t touched.
Aha! I’ve got it! The dressmaker ran out of time, and in desperation, went to the priests, who cast an illusion glamer to make Tiff’s dress! She’s not actually wearing anything, there’s just an illusion of clothing! Mmm, naked under her clothes… That’s why its still intact, and why she can take wounds without damaging the dress. Doesn’t explain how she can hike it up, though…drat.
I’m surprised that last panel got past the censor.
@deanatay – Technically, everyone is naked under their clothes…
when she went tru the window the wrap probably rode up just enough for her to get a slash on the arm.
The window lookes like it could be opened…