#392 The Aviatar’s Assessment

Shining hero clad in white, The Aviatar, stands still, holding a gardening hoe in his hand. He looks at something off panel.

A large group of revolutionists stand still. Most of them hold long wooden sticks in their hands. Four of them are in focus; three of them are clad in black cloaks, and one in a gray one.

The Aviatar turns his head to look behind him.

A large group of guards wave and shout at The Aviatar. Sharpie the detective stands next to them.
Guards: “Stick-thieves! They don’t play fair! Beat them up, Aviatar!”

Panel zooms into Sharpie, who rises his hand to point at the revolutionists, gesturing The Aviatar to deal with them.
Guard: “I miss my stick...”

The Aviatar nods in acknowledgement, while the revolutionist group keeps standing still, not attempting to do anything: not flee or fight.