[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/32e82f0372fface7cc88e4d75bab7c52/tumblr_inline_p1oaad3Gd51rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Houston, Texas
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Leda snickered slightly at the notion of Zeke having to compete in a dance off. At least it spared them from having to hear his singing skills. And it did mean they wouldn't need to handle the impossible horde of cyclopses - even with the Hunters of Artemis lying in wait, it would be a difficult fight. There wasn't much she and Kristin could do to support Zeke in this endeavor, but then she realized something. Monsters usually were a bit thick. Marysas probably wasn't any different. 

	[color=a187be]"Oh Marysas, we all know it's no contest between you and this puny kid of Apollo. I mean, he couldn't even handle a [i]baby[/i] cyclops earlier today. And at Camp Half-blood, we all pretty much just get annoyed by him and wish that he would leave. So honestly, in this dance off, I'm rooting for you mate. And once you beat Zeke, you can even challenge his disaster bi of a father. And let's be real, Apollo's been resting on his laurels for too long. He's out of shape. He's got flab,"[/color] Leda said. [i]Lord Apollo if you heard this I am so fricking sorry I do not mean it at all![/i] [color=a187be]"But how can we appreciate the amazing victory you're about to have in this lit af dance off if the judge can't speak? How can Calliope praise your sick moves if she can only move her eyes? I want to hear her praise you and lift you up. And more importantly, I want to hear her roast Zeke."[/color]