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Tony Masters A.k.a The Taskmaster as he is often seen in the Marvel Universe. The other version of Taskmaster is in the works.
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Pretty happy with this fig, other than the head and torso. Head is just not menacing enough, and the torso looks a bit plain/boring. Suggestions about those issues or anything else greatly appreciated.
A U.S. Army UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter with Alpha Company, 5th Battalion, 101st Combat Aviation Brigade conducts a run-up during a winter storm at Bagram Airfield in Parwan province, Afghanistan, Dec. 27, 2012. (DoD photo by Sgt. Duncan Brennan, U.S. Army/Released)
I guess to no ones surprise, the solo movie Black Widow Hot Toy figure made its way into my collection. I guess ultimately I could have waited for it to drop to fire sale prices like I usually do, but 5 years might be a long time to wait.
Besides, there's still that Snowsuit version for me to win at.
So where to start - I guess by saying that this took a while, of course. Ordered the standard version through a dealer, as I didn't feel the Taskmaster shield warranted the extra bucks. Who knows - maybe Taskmaster (spoilers) herself will show up here one day.
As Hot Toys seems to have abandoned the art of rooted hair, this figure features hair in soft pliable plastic. Is it the most accurate reproduction? No, of course not - but I will say it's not terrible, and some effort was put into sculpting some strands of loose hair for that more dynamic look.
The face... well, it's a step in the right direction, considering the step backwards the Endgame one was. It's still off, but at least they gave her age appropriate facial detailing, as well as actually looking human.
Still can't touch that CW/IW sculpt, though.
Detailing on the suit is nice. This time around, the suit basically a decorated nylon body suit, which doesn't look too bad and is definitely a few steps above some of the third part stretch suits that end up looking like bad cosplay. However due to the various plastic/rubber parts, as well as the body itself, articulation as per a human being isn't fully realized. The only real improvement over the Endgame figure would actually be the arm, which are now pretty much unrestricted.
Paint work is on point, both costume and headsculpt wise.
Perhaps the most amusing aspect of this paint is that Hot Toys went so far as to paint her fingernails. Not flesh tone or lacquer to they would resemble fingernails. No - instead what we have is a conscious choice of.. it looks like a pearl copper or something.
With regards to Build Quality, it's kind of weird. The most complicated parts, the pistols and the batons, have all the functional parts you'd expect. The slide on the pistol with the scope doesn't feature a spring, so you can actually do photos of Widow with a spent pistol if you should so choose to. Detailing work is fantastic. You can even interchange the tips on the batons to suit your bludgeoning needs.
The new ankles, however, are giving me a bit of grief. Meant to improve articulation and general appearance when in a wide legged stance, I find these new ankles are kind of loose, and causes the figure to flop over with the slightest touch. She actually may not be safe if I leave her without a stand.
Perhaps the most baffling thing for me was the new gripping hands. In the past (i.e since CW) the fists that have held her baton melee weapons have basically been closed fists. Pretty standard stuff. Hot Toys, for reasons I'm guessing to fancy things up, gave this Widow a slightly more relaxed grip on her weapons - literally.
For whatever reason, the grip is too loose, and Widow cannot hold her weapons correctly. This makes for some interesting posing. I first thought this might be a thing due to desire not to cause paint wear, but then I noticed that the batons in Infinity War featured painted batons as well, and those are in a death grip.
This is Colin. He's a rock star painter. I took a weekend plein air class with him a couple of years ago. As luck would have it, it rained the entire weekend but Colin handled it like a pro and managed to make it fun and interesting. I remember he made us breathe between each brushstroke and count each brushstroke demanding low numbers. Quite the taskmaster.
16"x10.5" watercolor and pencil in my Grand Portrait Sketchbook. #112
Build Sponsored by Brickwarriors!!! MOC depicts the threat of Mordor spreading across the lands of men. This raiding party consists of 8 Orcs armed with Brickwarriors gear, marching away from the burning ruins of a pillaged inn. Their ranks (in order from front to back): War Monger, Chieftan, Goblin Digger, Peon Wrangler, Armored Berserker, Two Warrior Orcs, and A Taskmaster.
I guess to no ones surprise, the solo movie Black Widow Hot Toy figure made its way into my collection. I guess ultimately I could have waited for it to drop to fire sale prices like I usually do, but 5 years might be a long time to wait.
Besides, there's still that Snowsuit version for me to win at.
So where to start - I guess by saying that this took a while, of course. Ordered the standard version through a dealer, as I didn't feel the Taskmaster shield warranted the extra bucks. Who knows - maybe Taskmaster (spoilers) herself will show up here one day.
As Hot Toys seems to have abandoned the art of rooted hair, this figure features hair in soft pliable plastic. Is it the most accurate reproduction? No, of course not - but I will say it's not terrible, and some effort was put into sculpting some strands of loose hair for that more dynamic look.
The face... well, it's a step in the right direction, considering the step backwards the Endgame one was. It's still off, but at least they gave her age appropriate facial detailing, as well as actually looking human.
Still can't touch that CW/IW sculpt, though.
Detailing on the suit is nice. This time around, the suit basically a decorated nylon body suit, which doesn't look too bad and is definitely a few steps above some of the third part stretch suits that end up looking like bad cosplay. However due to the various plastic/rubber parts, as well as the body itself, articulation as per a human being isn't fully realized. The only real improvement over the Endgame figure would actually be the arm, which are now pretty much unrestricted.
Paint work is on point, both costume and headsculpt wise.
Perhaps the most amusing aspect of this paint is that Hot Toys went so far as to paint her fingernails. Not flesh tone or lacquer to they would resemble fingernails. No - instead what we have is a conscious choice of.. it looks like a pearl copper or something.
With regards to Build Quality, it's kind of weird. The most complicated parts, the pistols and the batons, have all the functional parts you'd expect. The slide on the pistol with the scope doesn't feature a spring, so you can actually do photos of Widow with a spent pistol if you should so choose to. Detailing work is fantastic. You can even interchange the tips on the batons to suit your bludgeoning needs.
The new ankles, however, are giving me a bit of grief. Meant to improve articulation and general appearance when in a wide legged stance, I find these new ankles are kind of loose, and causes the figure to flop over with the slightest touch. She actually may not be safe if I leave her without a stand.
Perhaps the most baffling thing for me was the new gripping hands. In the past (i.e since CW) the fists that have held her baton melee weapons have basically been closed fists. Pretty standard stuff. Hot Toys, for reasons I'm guessing to fancy things up, gave this Widow a slightly more relaxed grip on her weapons - literally.
For whatever reason, the grip is too loose, and Widow cannot hold her weapons correctly. This makes for some interesting posing. I first thought this might be a thing due to desire not to cause paint wear, but then I noticed that the batons in Infinity War featured painted batons as well, and those are in a death grip.
Given his power by a mystic konshu idol or something along those lines that i read last night. Moon Knight has multiple personality problems.
He's got more alias's than GIJOE's Zartan.. and has retired and returned to crime fighting more times than an out of date NBA player.
Still I have to admire the piece at Wiki where it mentions he knows all forms of combat, fully trained martial artist who's abilities improve at nightfall.
Rapid reflexes and speed mean this alone would be a weapon against his enemies.
It also mentions a recent run in with Taskmaster. Something i really really think is cool. The figures are identical in appearance and design. Both have great knowledge in combat and yet both are much designed on a Skeletor mold. :-D
Among the most powerful of demons, Balors are vicious taskmasters and generals of the mighty legions of the Abyss in the forefront of the eternal Blood War.
Some say that Bridgetown, Nova Scotia was named by a sailor, in honour of the eponymous city in Barbados. Others claim its name came more obviously, simply by being a crossing of the Annapolis River. History never really mattered much, as we’d bike the big adventure from Beaconsfield and back — passing through the formerly segregated community of Inglewood, settled when too much melanin kept you living on the outskirts. It was three kilometers, alternately downhill and level, past the homes and fields as we rolled to the river.
We’d stop first at East End Market for some dirt-cheap sticks of Bazooka Joe, about the colour and consistency (and taste) of a pencil eraser, with the bonus of cheesy wax-paper comics slipped inside the wrapping. Whatever pocket change could purchase. We'd go racing side streets to the elementary school playground, having fun with what the town kids left vacant for summer vacation. Then we’d pedal over river to the south side, where Young Brothers hung on with their little country storefront, hunting gear for sale out back. They were resident in a railroad warehouse, just feet from former tracks with no rumbling remaining, no heavy freight to shake the guns off the walls. Across the way, the Bridgetown station sat still and silent, grass in her tracks and shingles peeling, no one to care but birds roosting.
There were two bridges for crossing if you found yourself on the wrong side of the Annapolis, by the asphalt road or railbed. We’d ride our bikes down one smooth surface, then rattle over the other. The town boys would dive from the rusty train trestle, splashing down in murky riverwater. I never joined them, too practical and paranoid in affairs of personal safety. Just short years earlier, the children would scatter like pigeons to a steam whistle, but they’d hauled up the ties and scrapped the steel by 1990. There’d be no more trains coming or going, no good or bad vibrations for anyone in their wake.
We were like trains without tracks in those days, hyper with ungauged emotion, full speed ahead in all directions at once. We knew we didn’t matter, born to a past that was dreamed away before we existed. It was obvious in the empty storefronts, lonesome buildings, what little was left of industry. Hard work and easy times came crashing, leaving us our jungle gyms of dereliction. The gaping hulk of Acadian Distillers sat at the end of Inglewood Road, on the north border of Bridgetown. Great walls of brick ringed by a paved parking lot, cracked and weedy, windows gaping like tree hollows. We’d take our bikes and skateboards up old loading ramps, stumble the perimeter and peek in windows with no one to shoo us off.
The town was dying, and we could feel it, but it was a thrilling way to go. Everything before us was either burned out, broken down, or left to rot away. Some could be repurposed, structures reused and sputtered back to life. But the original reason was fading, nostalgia was king down Queen Street, and all the stories old folks told had sadness in the margins.
The local library was my favorite cave to explore, buried in the basement of the town hall, entered by narrow staircase to an underground world of books beyond count. The floors were a peculiar yellow-green, vomit-coloured carpet; walls were a pale printed paneling pretending to be wood grain. Natural light came through the slit of ground-level windows, too short to squeeze even a small child, but blocked by steel bars just the same.
Behind the library desk sat Betty Chazelon, a stern soul resembling the large portrait of Queen Elizabeth perched on the wall behind her. I felt for sure that she and the Queen were related, as they bore a resemblance, and Mrs. Chazelon was the only British woman I’d ever met face-to-face. She was a taskmaster to her domain, no patience for tolerating childish behavior from children. The library was her kingdom, a silent sanctuary, and I learned better than to cause a disturbance. We treated our librarian with the fear and respect she instilled.
Joy was in those paper pages, checked out of reality and diving head-first into the stranger magic of a world within a world. I read adventures of TinTin in lands faraway, finding secret rooms behind waterfalls, terrifying rocky mountaintops, supernatural horrors from all sides. I got confused by the humour of Asterix and Obelix, the odd tales of Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, or the lonely ordinary of nature in books like Blueberries for Sal. I loved documentary volumes with pictures, glossy depictions of every bit of magic on earth, and I disappeared inside it all.
My favorite stories were the ones with no drama. There was thrill enough in setting the scene, discovering the details of a simple life. I preferred a beautiful boredom, pages of description without a word wasted on character conflict. It was such a disappointment when the plot came along and ruined everything. My senses were sparked on Saturday mornings before noon, in waves of sight, sound — oh, and the smell of it! Musty, well-loved and long-lived books that I would bury my nose in for the scent of aging ink and paper. Something like a mushroom in the rainy woods, wet dust in a farmhouse attic. I could be anywhere, in the ecstatic electricity of imagination, swirled with the endless newness of discovery in reach.
Things were new-old again in the back corners of Bridgetown, where empty buildings crumbled, and roads grew over with brush from below and branches overhead — until nothing remained but parallel ruts, last unnatural hints of what passed that way. That’s how it was past the dead end of Jeffrey Street, a road that once ran north to Clarence, now lost in a great tangle of branches.
On the same span lived the Hill sisters, motley crew in a tumbledown home. Ida Hill used to periodically appear at our church with gifts of canned goods (often unlabeled) for our young family. She’d offer little things accumulated in her scavenging, small metal cars and toys that fit in the palm of my hand. She’s hug me hello, and I’d reciprocate at arm’s length. The Hills weren’t known for hygiene, and I could always smell Ida across the room. There was a whole group that I remember: Ida, Jim, Blanche, and Edna — the one they called “Scissors”. They were all big folks with personalities and hearts to match, roaring through the streets of town, accumulating attention.
Just one road over, on Church Street, a group home appeared from the rubble of the old red brick asylum. But this time, the locks were off, and we were living in the presence of active eccentricity. Unusual folks could be seen on the streets, the simply slow or the mildly insane, those trusted to wander unsupervised, spotted in Bridgetown on any given day. One man perpetually pushed a wheelbarrow, another never left the back of his bike. They were people of a place, markers of village that seemed to stop moving, noticed in the moment by members of a secret society called the wounded human mind.
South of there was the bowling alley, a buzzing example of history frozen. Inside was eternally 1980, with scratched balls and pitted lanes, fake wood paneling behind the snacks counter, well-beaten bowling shoes, and rattling arcades. It was the lowest of low-key entertainment, gathered under a sagging roof, marking time until the list of repairs grew long enough to give up all together. You couldn’t define a future purpose, and that’s what I loved. Perhaps an inferior place, but it was ours, a rare warm spot to gather when winter came and the town was frozen. I never liked to bowl — in fact, I nearly hated it — but it felt good to be there.
Bright lights on the lanes, dark shadows on the seats, and the tumble, roll and crash of tripped pins echoing. We went for birthday parties, closely gathered small-town souls with narrow awareness of the wider world. That’s how it was, when the folks we knew were obvious acquaintances. Souls from the church, family members, next-door neighbours. Nothing intruded in the circle. It was safe — but muggy, claustrophobic, and close — like your breath in a confined space.
Bridgetown seemed to freeze itself for years on end. I couldn’t separate one moment from another, intermingled tendrils of everything past and present. My memories were stacked a dozen deep in the same place, like unnamed dead in a single pit to conserve space. That pit was often discovered in my stomach, wrapped around by the same buildings and cars passing, familiar faces of strangers staring. The past seemed welcoming for some, because it came with no expectations. Just like my hometown, nothing was now.
I found a whole lot to love about my childhood here, but I've never once wished it back. Give me some genie granting requests, and I'd spend all three on the future.
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1992 photo of my two older brothers, David and James. Taken by our great-grandmother, Marie Skafte, in front of her apartment on Centennial Drive.
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This papercraft is a life size Taskmaster (Tony Masters) Mask for Cosplay, created by Sinner and Raiziel. The size of finished modelis about 229 (H) x 196 (W) x 150 (D) mm.
Taskmaster is a fictional supervillain, and sometimes an antihero, who appears in American comic books published by Marvel C...
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I guess to no ones surprise, the solo movie Black Widow Hot Toy figure made its way into my collection. I guess ultimately I could have waited for it to drop to fire sale prices like I usually do, but 5 years might be a long time to wait.
Besides, there's still that Snowsuit version for me to win at.
So where to start - I guess by saying that this took a while, of course. Ordered the standard version through a dealer, as I didn't feel the Taskmaster shield warranted the extra bucks. Who knows - maybe Taskmaster (spoilers) herself will show up here one day.
As Hot Toys seems to have abandoned the art of rooted hair, this figure features hair in soft pliable plastic. Is it the most accurate reproduction? No, of course not - but I will say it's not terrible, and some effort was put into sculpting some strands of loose hair for that more dynamic look.
The face... well, it's a step in the right direction, considering the step backwards the Endgame one was. It's still off, but at least they gave her age appropriate facial detailing, as well as actually looking human.
Still can't touch that CW/IW sculpt, though.
Detailing on the suit is nice. This time around, the suit basically a decorated nylon body suit, which doesn't look too bad and is definitely a few steps above some of the third part stretch suits that end up looking like bad cosplay. However due to the various plastic/rubber parts, as well as the body itself, articulation as per a human being isn't fully realized. The only real improvement over the Endgame figure would actually be the arm, which are now pretty much unrestricted.
Paint work is on point, both costume and headsculpt wise.
Perhaps the most amusing aspect of this paint is that Hot Toys went so far as to paint her fingernails. Not flesh tone or lacquer to they would resemble fingernails. No - instead what we have is a conscious choice of.. it looks like a pearl copper or something.
With regards to Build Quality, it's kind of weird. The most complicated parts, the pistols and the batons, have all the functional parts you'd expect. The slide on the pistol with the scope doesn't feature a spring, so you can actually do photos of Widow with a spent pistol if you should so choose to. Detailing work is fantastic. You can even interchange the tips on the batons to suit your bludgeoning needs.
The new ankles, however, are giving me a bit of grief. Meant to improve articulation and general appearance when in a wide legged stance, I find these new ankles are kind of loose, and causes the figure to flop over with the slightest touch. She actually may not be safe if I leave her without a stand.
Perhaps the most baffling thing for me was the new gripping hands. In the past (i.e since CW) the fists that have held her baton melee weapons have basically been closed fists. Pretty standard stuff. Hot Toys, for reasons I'm guessing to fancy things up, gave this Widow a slightly more relaxed grip on her weapons - literally.
For whatever reason, the grip is too loose, and Widow cannot hold her weapons correctly. This makes for some interesting posing. I first thought this might be a thing due to desire not to cause paint wear, but then I noticed that the batons in Infinity War featured painted batons as well, and those are in a death grip.
Douglas Super Taskmaster Aircraft Tug, DN91AA, RAF Benson. August 2009.
Year of Manufacture 1996
Engine:Perkins 4 Cylinder Diese
Max draw bar pull: 26.46 KN
Nominal trailed mass: 27,500 kg`s
Vehicle mass: 6,000 kg`s
Nominal power: 67 Kw
Tyre Size:
8.25 x 15 XZM
Length: 4.30 m
Width: 2.00 m
Height: 1.95 m
Weight: 6,000 kg`s
Roswell King, a former slave taskmaster from the notorious Butler Plantation on the Georgia coast saw prosperity in the rushing waters of Vickery Creek. He moved in and invited friends like James Bulloch from coastal Georgia, and a community was formed. His son, Barrington King, founded a mill along Vickery Creek. By 1839, the Roswell Manufacturing Company was in full operation making cotton products and Roswell earned a name as one of the most important manufacturing towns in Georgia. Great homes, mill cottages, a church and school were built. Today's city of Roswell grew up around the mill.
As a Southern town, Roswell was not immune to the major issue of slavery. When Georgia seceded from the Union in January 1861, Roswell residents who could afford to do so packed up as many possessions as possible and headed to safer havens. Then the Civil War blazed a trail through town and left a mark on Roswell that is still visible today. In July 1864, Roswell was occupied by about 36,000 troops, yet the only structures destroyed were the mills along Vickery Creek. Soldiers were ordered to protect private property - the reason many of Roswell's original structures still stand.
Under the leadership of General William Tecumseh Sherman, the Union armies began moving south from Chattanooga to capture Atlanta. General Kenner Garrard's cavalry arrived in Roswell in July 1864. Retreating Confederates burned the covered bridge at the Chattahoochee River, hoping to slow Union advancement. But Union troops crossed the waist-deep waters at the Shallow Ford (near today's river park on Azalea Drive). It is said that this was the first time in history that a rifle was successfully fired under water during armed conflict.
The mill manager - a French citizen -- took desperate measures to save the Ivy Woolen Mill near the river. He flew a French flag over the mill in an attempt to claim neutrality. This worked for two days, until Sherman's army discovered the letters "CSA" on the cloth from the mill. Sherman ordered the mill burned and everyone connected with it to be charged with treason. Four hundred mill workers, mostly women and children, were sent north to prison in Louisville, Kentucky. They were never tried for the crime for which they were accused, and many never returned. Today, a monument honoring the 400 lost mill workers keeps their memory alive in Old Mill Park on Sloan Street.
I guess to no ones surprise, the solo movie Black Widow Hot Toy figure made its way into my collection. I guess ultimately I could have waited for it to drop to fire sale prices like I usually do, but 5 years might be a long time to wait.
Besides, there's still that Snowsuit version for me to win at.
So where to start - I guess by saying that this took a while, of course. Ordered the standard version through a dealer, as I didn't feel the Taskmaster shield warranted the extra bucks. Who knows - maybe Taskmaster (spoilers) herself will show up here one day.
As Hot Toys seems to have abandoned the art of rooted hair, this figure features hair in soft pliable plastic. Is it the most accurate reproduction? No, of course not - but I will say it's not terrible, and some effort was put into sculpting some strands of loose hair for that more dynamic look.
The face... well, it's a step in the right direction, considering the step backwards the Endgame one was. It's still off, but at least they gave her age appropriate facial detailing, as well as actually looking human.
Still can't touch that CW/IW sculpt, though.
Detailing on the suit is nice. This time around, the suit basically a decorated nylon body suit, which doesn't look too bad and is definitely a few steps above some of the third part stretch suits that end up looking like bad cosplay. However due to the various plastic/rubber parts, as well as the body itself, articulation as per a human being isn't fully realized. The only real improvement over the Endgame figure would actually be the arm, which are now pretty much unrestricted.
Paint work is on point, both costume and headsculpt wise.
Perhaps the most amusing aspect of this paint is that Hot Toys went so far as to paint her fingernails. Not flesh tone or lacquer to they would resemble fingernails. No - instead what we have is a conscious choice of.. it looks like a pearl copper or something.
With regards to Build Quality, it's kind of weird. The most complicated parts, the pistols and the batons, have all the functional parts you'd expect. The slide on the pistol with the scope doesn't feature a spring, so you can actually do photos of Widow with a spent pistol if you should so choose to. Detailing work is fantastic. You can even interchange the tips on the batons to suit your bludgeoning needs.
The new ankles, however, are giving me a bit of grief. Meant to improve articulation and general appearance when in a wide legged stance, I find these new ankles are kind of loose, and causes the figure to flop over with the slightest touch. She actually may not be safe if I leave her without a stand.
Perhaps the most baffling thing for me was the new gripping hands. In the past (i.e since CW) the fists that have held her baton melee weapons have basically been closed fists. Pretty standard stuff. Hot Toys, for reasons I'm guessing to fancy things up, gave this Widow a slightly more relaxed grip on her weapons - literally.
For whatever reason, the grip is too loose, and Widow cannot hold her weapons correctly. This makes for some interesting posing. I first thought this might be a thing due to desire not to cause paint wear, but then I noticed that the batons in Infinity War featured painted batons as well, and those are in a death grip.
Walgreen's Exclusive: MiniMates - Marvel Black Widow
with Yelena, Black Widow, Red Guardian, and Taskmaster
This statue is now being removed. Good. I did not want to post this picture until that happened.
City officials haven’t announced immediate plans to rename Lee Circle.
www.citylab.com/politics/2017/05/robert-e-lee-topples-fro...
"His iconic status was challenged on two fronts. The first involved new scholarship on slavery that challenged deeply engrained myths and helped to highlight emancipation and the abolition of slavery as central themes of the Civil War. As a result it became increasingly difficult to commemorate the Confederacy without identifying the preservation of slavery and white supremacy as its central goal. Lee may have expressed some doubts before the war about the morality of slavery, but he felt it was “a greater evil to the white man than to the black race.” And recent research reveals that he could be an especially violent taskmaster, especially toward his own escaped slaves.
"Lee’s war record points to a commitment to white supremacy as slavery began to unravel by 1863. Lee described Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation as a “savage and brutal policy” and urged the government to make every effort to “save the honor of our families from pollution [and] our social system from destruction.” Five months later, while marching into Pennsylvania in a campaign that culminated in the three-day Battle at Gettysburg, Lee’s army rounded up suspected fugitive slaves to stem their tide from the Upper South. Lee’s fears surrounding the effects of emancipation were on full display outside of Petersburg, Virginia, on July 30, 1864, where his men executed upward of 200 black Union soldiers both during and after what became known as the Battle of the Crater."
Helicopter- not bad to be honest
Motorcycle- whatever
Other vehicle- adorably, stupidly, hilariously, lame! LOL 😂
Black Widow- Good except for accessories which should have been the same from the Hulk helicopter set
Yelena Belova- good except for the freaking horrible face that is overused and absolutely TRASH!!! WTH!
Taskmaster- good head and torso but why no printed legs and why the old hood piece instead of the perfectly good new one and were is his iconic shield at?
Overall, decent set with okey figures, so this is a set I plan to get :)