[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/504122082729132034/727438599704018994/tumblr_5fda2e4541a1850f23f32523b2e1588a_7eae7852_1280.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Danger Room
[color=40E0A6][b]Skills: [/b][/color] Pyrokinesis, Aikido[/center][hr][hr]
	[color=40E0A6]"Mira, my partner in this crazy game we call life, and more pressingly Jumanji, if you don't like the way I fight, I'd be more than happy to sit on the sidelines eating my pecans, but somehow I think that'd irritate you more."[/color] Despite Mira's verbal pokes and prods at Iris' defensive fighting style, Iris was grinning ear to ear. She quite liked their little back-and-forths when they weren't overly aggressive. The observation she'd made in previous such interactions bubbled to the front of her mind; their verbal fighting styles were much like their normal fighting styles. Mira would throw her argumentative jabs at Iris, and Iris would prance from side to side, dodging with her own conversational deflections. Sometimes Mira would manage to hit a nerve, but this was no such time. Iris looked over to Bethany, giving a nod of affirmation at her detestation of the name. [color=40E0A6]"If you insist...what about a different plant? Like Nightshade? It's another pretty flower, but it's a pretty flower that can be, like, super deadly and stuff too."[/color]

	When Mary started yelling, Iris was aghast. Iris always expected attacks from Mira, but she was friends with Mary. She couldn't keep her smile from falling off her face. Her wide-eyed expression of horror was only cemented in place as blood from the freshly ripped hyena splattered across her face. She was frozen like that for a few moments, before her face morphed into something that looked to be a mix of determination and frustration. She raised her hands in the air, before quickly lowering them, quenching the ring of fire. In those moments when the flame inside brought her blood to a boil, when she was acting on passion that was so often buried under the smoke polluting her mind, she didn't need to ask Upsilon's permission. She was like a conductor and he the orchestra, rather than the usual dynamic of a petulant child and a strict guardian they so often portrayed. But as soon as the fire was out, Iris let out a huff from her nose, the anger inside dimming to annoyance. 

	[color=40E0A6]"I'm not going to damn these creatures to hellfire for the sin of being hungry,"[/color] Iris lectured at Mary, though her eyes were staring down at one of the hyenas that had just tried to attack her. Her martial arts were usually meant to be used against other humans, but that wasn't a necessity. She sized up the animal, before imagining it's face as a hand. After a moments more hesitation, she flung the candied pecans into its face and dropped the mug, grabbing it by its throat while it was distracted and flipping it onto its back, where she pressed her knee to its underbelly to keep it pinned. It took her a few seconds, but eventually she choked it to the point of unconsciousness. She repeated the process with another hyena, talking to Mary as she did. [color=40E0A6]"Only the truly awful deserve to burn, and that's not them. I kinda thought [i]you[/i] of all people would get that."[/color]