So this is a pretty fine run of stories we've had lately.
Dredd is a grand little offbeat tale of mechanically-assisted cannibalism, lifted to greatness by lovely Lynch art. Everything works here, very enjoyable.
Savage shifts into Terminator 3 territory, with Mills stretching his premise as far as it will go, and then... just... a bit... further... Fun, though!
Hunted takes Top Thrill laurels yet again, silly, exciting, cohesive and lovely to look at. I love that I'm wondering about connections and possibilities all the time in what previously was a closed book of a character to me: will Rogue slot Helm's biochip into Dron's head-slot to get a second pair of hands? Will Dron survive as an amnesiac to eventually turn into Tor Cyan? What the hell is going on with Atalia? So, so good, it's like the 90's never happened.
Flesh was about 6 pages too long to get us to yet another familial-standoff-with-conveenint-dinsoaur, but you can't deny Langley's skill with a pixel.
Counterfeit Girl has really blossomed in my affections over the last couple of weeks, and I'm glad to see Tharg is pulling some kind of clever scheduling switcheroo to allow it to finish it properly. Such a delightful colourful dessert to close out a prog.