[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbjDf03P/811f468296e2c205d4b5d19d5d6c0b9ff7745b0e-00.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Junk Yard - Fargo, North Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] Strategy, Audiokinesis [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy looked at the word Niah had written helplessly. It looked more like it said [i]Bleyemma[/i] and she had no idea what sort of monster that could be. Of the Roman demigods, she had one of the more severe cases of dyslexia. The letters just flipped and jumped around - and math, that was practically impossible for her, as she had dyscalculia as well. She could deal with Roman numerals a bit better than the standard Arabic numbers, but she still came away with a headache at the end of it all. [color=#9370DB]"Eight? Two for both of you and four for me, then,"[/color] Nancy asserted smugly. There was a bit of a crazed look in her eyes, a maniacal sort of excitement as taking on more than a handful of cyclopses. 

	Suddenly, there was a gigantic drakon that swooped in out of nowhere and Nancy's heart started pounding, until she realized it was a Mist Illusion Madalyne did. [color=#9370DB]"Fuck, that's gnarly,"[/color] she said, shaking her head slightly. The drakon wasn't going to last very long, so to her the best strategy was to go and kill the monsters. It'd be better they did that than wait for the monsters to find them and attack them. [color=#9370DB]"Let's kill these assholes."[/color]

	Nancy cleared her throat as she walked forward, channeling the spirit of her idol - Joan Jett. 

[center][i][color=#9370DB]🎶 "I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Living in the past, it's a new generation
A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
Never said I wanted to improve my station
An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun
An' I don't have to please no one
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, no, no, no not me, oh no, no, no, no not me
I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
I've never been afraid of any deviation
An' I don't really care if you think I'm strange
I ain't gonna change
An' I'm never gonna care 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me, oh no, not me
Pedal, boys!
An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation
The world's…" 🎶[/color][/i][/center]

	Each time she sustained a note, every time she punched the chorus, another one of the cyclops died. Their heads exploded like pressurized pumpkins, monster guts spraying everywhere before the cyclopses crumbled into sand. By the time Nancy came to the ending note, four of them had fallen, leaving just another four - two for Madalyne and two for Niah as she said before. Nancy twirled her twin imperial gold daggers, looking at the cyclops with a challenge clearly written across her face.

	[color=#9370DB]"Who's next?"[/color]