Miss Savage Vol. 2 doubles down on the chaos, charm, and sheer feral energy that made the first volume such a blast to read. If Volume 1 was a punch to the face in the best way possible, Volume 2 is the follow-up punch that leaves you dizzy, laughing, and kind of wondering what just happened—but in a “do it again” kind of way.
Miss Savage herself is still an absolute force. She’s bold, brash, and doesn’t so much navigate her world as crash through it with gleeful destruction. And somehow, you love her even more for it. She’s not here to play nice—she’s here to play real, and that energy is infectious. Whether she’s dodging admirers, squaring off with rivals, or just being her uncensored self, she owns every scene with the kind of unapologetic presence that makes you cheer, “Yes, queen!” even when she’s causing a total disaster.
Volume 2 leans more into character development while still keeping the slapstick energy alive. We start to see cracks in the armor—small, fleeting moments where Miss Savage isn’t just a chaos gremlin with fists, but a person navigating loneliness, connection, and that awkward, messy thing called vulnerability. And when those moments land, they land. It doesn’t make her soft. It makes her more powerful because you see the fire behind the fight isn’t just rage—it’s also love, pain, and a fiercely guarded sense of self.
The supporting cast steps it up in this volume, too. Whether it’s the poor souls trying to keep up with her, the unlucky love interests, or the unexpected allies she picks up along the way, they all add flavor to the madness. There’s a surprising amount of heart buried beneath the absurdity, and the pacing lets you catch your breath just long enough before tossing you into the next ridiculous scenario. And the humor? Still top-tier. Sharp dialogue, over-the-top reactions, and perfectly timed visual gags keep the laughs coming without ever feeling forced.
The artwork remains as expressive and bold as Miss Savage herself. Every panel is alive with motion and exaggerated emotion, and the character designs continue to reflect the wild energy of the story. Whether it’s a smirk, a side-eye, or a full-on rage scream, it pops. And when the rare tender moments sneak in, the art knows how to pull back and let the emotion speak for itself.
By the end of Volume 2, I was even more obsessed. I loved reading this. It’s hilarious, wild, occasionally heartfelt, and always 100% entertaining. I never quite know what Miss Savage is going to do next, and that unpredictability is exactly what makes her so fun to follow. If Volume 1 was a fun ride, Volume 2 makes it a full-blown rollercoaster—and I’m already standing in line for Volume 3.
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