Hellboy! The baddest dude west of the River Styx.

 

In one hand he’s got a personal howitzer. In the other, well, he’s just got the hand... the Right Hand of Doom.  And he uses it to great effect thumping countless baddies. But I’m sure he could use it to lay siege to a castle.  Or use it to be the heavyweight boxing champ of the world (he could carve Everlast on the wrist next to all those mystic runes - it already looks like a boxing glove even if it’s made of stone). Or he could use it at the carnival in a test of strength. Ding!

 

So, this Right Hand of Doom...  Initially, Hellboy was brought to Earth by the Nazis with the idea that he would be the bringer of the End of Days, the key to the Apocalypse (talk about a scorched earth policy - geez!). Well, being the stubborn cuss that he is he decided he’d rather not.  Since then, several portents have shown that it’s really only his stone hand that’s needed.

 

So, he continues to fight the good fight. Darkness may call but Hellboy’s screening.

 

Sidebar: I just couldn’t get Hellboy looking right in his usual bicycle shorts get up. I tried. Instead I chose to draw him wearing Frankenstein’s sweatpants. Ha!

 

That crust on his duster: pus-tard from a cataclysmic battle with a demonic hot dog. Blech.