Placeholder: [art by Dorohedoro] tank girl is a AD&D paladin of peace, with a plate armour and a two handed sword, fighting a vampire in a tomb with a silver blade. She is covered with Celtic tattoos [art by Dorohedoro] tank girl is a AD&D paladin of peace, with a plate armour and a two handed sword, fighting a vampire in a tomb with a silver blade. She is covered with Celtic tattoos

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[art by Dorohedoro] tank girl is a AD&D paladin of peace, with a plate armour and a two handed sword, fighting a vampire in a tomb with a silver blade. She is covered with Celtic tattoos

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