Ghede: Guerrier Extraordinaire #2: Pages 11-12

Page 11, 7 Panels- Mr. Ozawa's Bedroom Panel 1: Slight pull back away from Ghede's face a couple of moments later. She grimaces slightly at the taste of the gathered essence, holding the bottle with her dominant left hand. You can see the stream of dark red going down her neck area as she speaks. GHEDE [translated from Haitian Creole]: Sweet scent of Ala...that's rancid! Panel 2: Action shot of her walking over to the bedside of Mr. Ozawa a split second later. The taste quickly burned out of her memory. With the glowing bottle in hand, she pulls her focus exclusively toward the comatose Titan of industry who appears somewhat in the lower half of the panel view. You can see the dark red essence sliding down toward her chest as she walks. Panel 3: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. She stops her movement, centered around the top half of Kazuo's body which is now in proper display in the bottom half of the panel view. The bottle of dark red essence moves from left to right as Ghede looks over the comatose human body. GHEDE [to Ozawa]: If you can hear me in there, I imagine you're probably wondering why I even took on this job. Panel 4: Action shot of the Voodoo specter pouring a little dollop of the concoction onto the palm of her head. Her focus still glued on Ozawa, bordering on an angry glare along with the rest of her face as she does this. GHEDE [Cont.]: Especially since it'd be so easy to sharpen one of my tips and slice your jugular vein without blinking. Goddess knows, with our past...you more than fucking deserve it! Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. Her left hand still has a firm hold on the bottle while her right hand crosses down toward the human body. The brewing anger now mixing with a slight touch of bloodlust in her body language as it's grown since the previous panel. GHEDE [Cont.]: Truth be told, it's not out of great care for your personal well-being. You're merely a tiny cog in a grander scheme I'd rather not see come to fruition Panel 6: Cut to a shot of Kazuo's face on the pillow. The rest of his body covered up, as it has always been, in his bedsheets. You can see Ghede's arm crossing into frame, making the 4-point crossroad sign on the middle of his forehead. GHEDE [Off-Panel]: Once that's done and you're outta there, if I get a shot as good as this one, believe me... Panel 7: The layout moves down slightly moments later toward Mr. Ozawa's chest. You can see the Haitian guerrier making the same sign on there, gently finishing the last point from right to left. GHEDE [Cont., Off-Panel]: I won't be this kind! Page 12, 6 Panels- Mr. Ozawa's Bedroom Panel 1-3: A three-part set of panels that are centered around the same type of setting and location. It's centered over Ghede's shoulder, looking down at Mr. Ozawa's body as, in Panel 1, a glow of white energy emanates from both points where the Haitian guerrier placed the dark red essence. In the following two panels, the glow grows ever brighter to the point it looks like until finally... Panel 4: Action shot moments later, centered around the same location as the previous set of panels. We see a ball hovering above the old man; the cause of the explosion and the resulting shockwave that pierces throughout the room's relatively tiny confines. Panel 5: Cut to Ghede a second later, trying to absorb the blast as it rattles every inch of the bedroom. The floor beneath her cracks and breaks, sending bits of carpet and wood shooting out into the air. You can see her left hand moving over toward her right pocket in order to pull something out. You can also see in the background pieces of furniture that are broken off by the bits of floor. Panel 6: Same setting/layout as the previous panel, seconds later. The shockwave at this point has dissipated, and a hum can be heard off-panel amongst the wreckage and contained devastation. Ghede has pulled out her Molltach, a device that on the surface doesn't look all that dissimilar in its exterior design to a Samsung smartphone. Though you can see, through the gap in her fist, a glow coming out of it.