[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/vHVW2Pds/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Fields of Mars
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] Strategy, Audiokinesis, Singing[hr][hr][/center]	The Greeks had the giant taken care of, hopefully - Nancy noticed the big lumbering bane of Neptune head towards New Rome and she prayed to the gods that everything would go according to plan. The brief distraction though cost her, as she was hit in the head with some tools. Her head was throbbing and she glared at the monsters responsible for it. To make matters worse, legionnaires - soldiers following her orders - were burned alive by the dragons. She narrowed her eyes, before deciding that Backstreet Boys weren't going to cut it. No, she needed something similar to Joan Jett, but new. Something fresh. 

[center][color=#9370DB]"🎶That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got the hottest trike in town
That girl, she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah

Rebel girl, rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes, uh🎶"[/color][/center]
	As she sang, her voice pushed out dangerous, explosive sound waves that collided with one of the dragons. The sound ripped the dragon to pieces, killing the mighty creature as easily as someone would swat a fly. Nancy didn't admit it to herself, but her voice was beginning to feel the strain from overuse. She should have done some more vocal warmups before all of this. But instead she just kept on pushing herself, using her anger and rage as fuel for her destructive powers. For so long she had been expected to sing for other people's entertainment. Now, she sang as a weapon, as a sword, as a [i]bomb[/i]. 

[center][color=#9370DB]"🎶When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her hips, there's revolution
When she walks, the revolution's coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution🎶"[/color][/center]
	Just as in the original performance, Nancy's melodious song turned into more of a scream at the close of the verse. The abrupt change in the quality and length of the sound waves she pushed out had an impact though - rather than killing the second dragon, the waves simply pushed into it and then faded away. In the second half of the verse, her voice had actually cracked when she went into the scream, causing the sound waves to harmlessly collide with the dragon again. Still, she wasn't going to stop. She wouldn't stop until all of these monsters were dead, until they paid in [i]blood[/i] for each and every legionnaire that they had killed. And whenever they rose from the Pit and reformed, she'd burn them alive - slowly, listening to their screams... 

	She had her father's rage. [hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/g0xn9Cmh/tumblr-inline-p1oaglo-Bji1rifr4k-540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] New Rome 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Rainbow Manipulation, Superspeed, Sword-Fighting, Agility [hr][hr][/center]	[color=a187be]"Arghhh!!!"[/color] The basilisk's acid had hit Leda in the legs and it burned, like someone had set her legs on fire while simultaneously chilling them to the bone with ice. [color=a187be]"Fucking bloody cocksuckers!"[/color] she cursed, her sword Ultraviolet glowing red from anger as Leda moved so fast that her image blurred, looking like a rainbow streak. She weaved in and out of the basilisks, slicing them open with Ultraviolet with deadly accuracy and precision. She didn't kill as many as she would have liked, but these things were dangerous - they weren't as easy to hack away at as, say, cyclopses. 

	When she skidded to a halt, five of the original ten basilisks were gone. She then took a breath, before remembering that Kiera had asked her to do something important in order to help her and the rock god. She threw her hands out, like she was shoving the air, and bursts of rainbow beams shot out of them. The beams hit the giant in the eyes, blinding him with every dazzling color of the rainbow, like it was a commercial for Skittles. [color=a187be]"There ya go, luv!"[/color]