A man extends his hand towards another and declares “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF
YOUR WORDS”
He flexes his bicep and tenses his hand before letting them fly, along with his command. “MODS, REPLACE THIS MAN’S BLOOD WITH AN INCOMPATIBLE BLOOD TYPE”
A trio of shadowed men drive the first into a dark corner.
Elbows up makes him appear to be looking down and checking out his own body, but the artist seems to think that it makes him look like he’s trapped in a corner.
I look at it as the person is crawling away from the attackers. 🤷♂️