Mixed-gender combat series: Dragon-Slaying Arena (Patreon)

Announcing the first comic strip: Dragon-Slaying Arena. They are a bit harder to make, especially due to the difficulty in preserving the consistency of characters among the frames. Turn to PhotoShop all the time ... But it's a lot of fun!

This series will involve multiple male vs female fights where our Valkyrie Lydia will dominate and humiliate her ignorant and cocky male opponents that are much stronger than her (at least they appear to be!).

Combat 1: The Lightning Cheetah

In the electric atmosphere of the underground arena, Vincent Parker, known as "Lightning Cheetah," stepped into the ring. His striking purple hair flowed with a sense of untamed wildness, complementing his sharply defined, handsome features. His eyes, sharp and alert, scanned the crowd before settling on his opponent. Vincent's physique was a testament to his dedication to mixed martial arts; muscles rippled under his skin, each movement showcasing his strength and skill. His demeanor oozed confidence, a touch of arrogance lining his charismatic smile. With a formidable record of 19 wins (12 fatal KOs), his confidence was as palpable as the electric tension in the room.

The crowd erupted in surprise and excitement as Lydia Lin, the "Sapphire Lotus," made her entrance. Her enchanting blue hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her deep blue eyes held a mysterious allure. She was a contrast to Vincent's imposing presence—her frame slender yet suggesting a hidden strength. Her beauty was undeniable, yet it was her aura of nonchalance that intrigued the audience most.

Vincent's initial reaction upon seeing Lydia was one of disbelief. "What the heck? Is this some kind of mistake, facing such a cute girl? Babe, this is no place for you. Besides... I got something just as hard as my fists!" he said, his words laced with a provocative undertone. The male audience hooted and cheered at his remark, enjoying the show of machismo.

Lydia's response was calm yet sharp, a perfect counter to Vincent's bravado. "Hm, really? I think you will be a quick one." Her voice was cool, her demeanor unruffled. The implication of her words hit Vincent, his brows furrowing slightly, a hint of menace crossing his features.

In this dance of words and glares, the contrast between them was stark. Vincent, with his muscular build and cocky charm, exuded the confidence of a seasoned fighter. Lydia, with her enigmatic grace and apparent indifference, seemed almost out of place in the brutal arena—yet her poise suggested she was no stranger to combat. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, sensing the clash of not just fists, but of two distinct forces: raw power against enigmatic agility.

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