howl straight up charging at the witch of the waste without using any magic at all is less absurd when you remember he plays rugby
Him having played rugby always fucks me up, because I usually picture Howl as this willowy, androgyne (you know, like in the movie) and then I’m like
Wait
He’s
Probably
Fucking stacked
Look at those thighs. Jesus.
And now picture that in a crimson and gray suit, flowing pink-ish hair smelling of lavender and vervain and running a flower shop. No wonder all the girls in Ingary were going nuts over him.
^^VALIDATION
tbf howls position, as i understand it, is more about speed than slamming ppl left and right (with legs like these you can run away from all the problems) but like, 1) most rugby players are thicc af and 2) anyone who plays rugby has the instinct to tackle a bitch ingrained in their soul
howl is some kind of jock-nerd paradox. Imagine seeing this guy playing rugby and then floating into ur ethics class smelling of lavender and vanity
