Jillian has drawn her dagger, a long, thin, double-edged, straight blade without a crossguard. She is not, however, grimacing in pain, despite the dwagon on her arm. She stares dumbfounded at the right of the panel, past the dwagon and Manpower. The dwagon is also looking towards its rear. Manpower's head has been grabbed by a giant pair of pliers, and he is being pulled backward violently off his saddle. His sword falls, unbloodied.