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[sub][i][b]“I'm no longer accepting the things I cannot change, I'm changing the things I cannot accept.”[/b][/i]
A N G E L A  D A V I S[/sub][/center]
[hr][hr][center][color=D14F43][sub][b]K I N G M A K E R[/b][/sub][/color][/center]
[b]K A Z N I A  -  E U R O P E[/b]

[indent]Diana Prince hadn’t seen her home of Gateway City for a few months now. 

The superheroine had initially traveled to Europe a few weeks ago when she had been called back to Themyscira when an uprising on the island had been incited by Alkyone to depose Hippolyta and return the amazon’s to their former glory. However, as skilled and strong as Alkyone was she wasn’t [i]Wonder Woman[/i]— a fact she would realize when she faced Diana in one-on-one combat. It didn’t go well for her. 

Following the dispute, Diana left the judgement in the hands of Hippolyta before setting off the island… where she was greeted by [i]Circe[/i] with ominous taunts about “the end times” and “the rise before the fall” before the enchantress disappeared in a flurry of pink energy. 

Circe’s words didn’t sit well with Diana. 

Her nemesis was always too clever for her own good, always trying to bring Diana to her level… to break her ideals as Wonder Woman and show the world the cold murderer that Circe painted her as. It never worked the way Circe wanted it to, but it didn’t help that it made Diana think long and hard about herself— where she had been, how she had acted. With all the blessings of Olympus aside; was she really that wise about her decisions against the unjust? Just last year, she had nearly killed Dr. Cylvia Cyber with little evidence backing Diana’s act and now many people painted her a “radical” and a “extremist” who needed to be watched and investigated.   

It brought her back to something Amanda Waller had told her when she was working under her wing in her Team 7 days: 

[i]”A soldier has no doubt, a soldier acts without hesitation or contemplation. They know their mission is just and necessary. If they blink, they lose; and then the world loses with them.”[/i] 
[list][h3][i]THUM! [/i][/h3][/list]
Diana threw herself back into reality as the sound of an explosion not too far off from her caught her senses— the sound of machine gun fire and screams echoing in succession.

Enough self thought for now. People needed [i]help[/i].

Driving herself past the border between Transia and Kaznia, her brows narrowed as she found herself in what should’ve been the southern fringe of the city of Stražar, but a lot of it was in smoldering ruin… and at the center of it was a giant machine of slaughter. 

Diana looked closely at the scene that laid out before her— the streets were filled with flames as holes from gunfire littered various automobiles and buildings as people scattered to not get caught by either. The machination that had decided it would be their executioner stood tall, nearly as large as one of their skyscrapers, on the west end with its back facing the demi-goddess.

That was unlucky.    

It was times like this where she cursed the advancements of science and man’s eagerness to kill one another out of greed and hate. Whoever had contracted the giant war machine had played a part in the genocide of innocent civilians; it facilitated money spent and earned through the bloodshed of others. This could not be allowed to go on and it [i]wouldn’t[/i]. Not today. Diana thrust herself forward with vigor— her enchanted gladius strike hard as it collided with the machine’s back before it could be aware of her presence. [i]She would cut it into pieces.[/i] 

[b][color=D14F43]“You shall [i]not[/i] slaughter these people!”[/color][/b]

Steam and smoke bled out of the machine, like a Titan would bleed. Her hand gripped firmly on the hilt of her blade she flung herself around the weapon; her speed and strength forcing the blade to cut it open… cut it [i]whole[/i]. Soon the machine would be without weapons; the remnants of what it had caused much terror lying useless on the ground.

As she continued to destroy the mech Diana could hear the Kaznian civilians below yell out in amazement and awe.

[i][b]“То је Вондер Воман! То је Вондер Воман!”[/b][/i]

Yes. It was Wonder Woman.

It was amazing how the awe of people still invigorated her— after all the years of promoting peace and fighting injustice, she always had these sort of reminders of how people looked to superheroes and how being their herald of justice was something she needed to do; and not just in America either. As Diana pulled off one of the mech’s arms with her free hand she felt like she needed to be out here more often. The United States had a [i]Justice League[/i] now. Perhaps she should be out here in the other parts of the world getting back to what she was doing when she started this mission of hers? [i]Protecting the [b]world.[/b][/i]

Diana weaved under one of the machine’s legs, driving her sword through one of them. Her enemy collapsed in a husk of what it was only minutes prior. She pointed out her sword at what was left of it.

[b][color=D14F43]“Gaia’s children will no longer suffer in fear! I will not stand for the machinations of your twisted soul and others like it. I give you leave of your metal husk if only to warn the warlords who sent you that you have [i]failed[/i] and [i]why[/i]. This is the beginning of a new liberty.”[/color][/b]

The cracking of the cockpit of the mech was response to Diana’s declaration; as a man’s eyes met Diana’s.

[b][color=D14F43]“Is that clear?”[/color][/b]

A moment of silence.

“...Yes m’am.”
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