[hr][hr][center][h1][color=40E0A6]Iris Rivers[/color][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ff/73/3f/ff733f92936a5c3c2cc4b289c91a7f24.gif[/img][hr]
[color=40E0A6][b]Location:[/b][/color] Liberty Island
[color=40E0A6][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Pyrokinesis[/center][hr][hr]
	The only noise that came from Iris was her frantic gasping for breath as she sat there on the ground, knees shoved into the grassy ground of Liberty Island. She was slouched over, her blonde hair cascading down over her face to hide any expression she might have, though smoked trickled from between the strands. When Klara eventually made her move, extending her arms with the fluid motion one might expect from a conductor.

	Iris' body arose from the dirt not unlike a marionette pulled up by its strings, unnatural and inhuman. Her head still hung even as her body disobeyed her will, gracelessly flopping over to first Carolina, then Annie, lashing out with clumsy strikes that likely hit more from surprise than any sort of skill or precision. But as a bright light flew from Annie's fingertips, Iris, semi-lucid, found her limbs back in her control. She slumped back into a more normal stance, finally peering up through the messy curtain made by her hair. Her usual whimsy and humor that could be found in her eyes was gone, replaced only by intent to kill. This wasn't Iris. It lacked her normal restraint and aversion to distruction. No, it wasn't her at all. It was her instinct to survive. It was Upsilon.

	She raised her arm, pointing it at Klara, her smoke rising from inbetween her fingers. After a few seconds of silence, a stream of bright blue fire shot out, blasting the goddess, covering her neck and chin in bright red burns, with the skin peeling from the heat.