The wound on his chest smarted, but he barely noticed. He was vaguely grateful that his shoulder armor had absorbed the worst of it before falling off. With grim determination he flung himself into the fray...The irony here is that I meticulously drew his shoulder and neck muscles, and then ended up erasing and covering most of in order to draw his ruff.
It's only going to get worse. If this laddie becomes another steady character, I'm going to have to update him and make him much, much fluffier...
