September 13th, 2012
Ye lords, Pinky.
Surprisingly not horrible. Probably because this particular dragon didn’t talk for a long time, and by the time it did start rambling aimlesly, it also had Pinky wrapped up and was squeezing her like a grape. I think her lungs were being compressed into her breasts. Of course, it still wasn’t… how to say… good, but at least it wasn’t another twenty minutes of talking heads. The animation was frequently only mediocre instead of terrible too.
Otherwise, all the usual problems. Rambling unneeded and poorly timed nonsense about being a regular girl, the entire episode should’ve been done in ten minutes instead of twenty, and utterly uninspired action direction. Everybody unleashes their attacks in turn as he stands there motionlessly and then steps out of the smoke unharmed? Be still my beating heart. And if you’re wondering what the point of the electric bike was all those episodes back, it was so that he could ride it while saving Pinky. Chekhov’s gun strikes again! The show wouldn’t have been the same without that.
Closeups of eyes.