[hr][hr][center][h3][color=a187be][b]🌈👻 Leda Storm 👻🌈[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/24d233203ba177eff60c84345d385502/tumblr_inline_p1oaitQ5YD1rifr4k_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Tartarus 
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Sword-Fighting, Agility [hr][hr][/center]	Leda nodded in agreement with Mads' plan - it was sound enough. They'd attack, and then run from the scene as fast as they (Leda, really) could. Mads would begin with an assault in wolf form, surprising the pack of Harpies, and then Leda could rush in with Ultraviolet and carve them up, turning them into shreds. She took a breath, watching silently as Mads turned into her wolf form, pouncing on the pack - biting one and killing it, before springing onto another. It was a magnificent act of brutality and savagery, and Leda counted the spaces between heartbeats, before taking up her sword and sprinting to join the fray. 

	The first swing of her sword was clean, slashing up through the midsection and across the harpie's chest, the monster exploding into sand around her, the angered winds of Tartarus - partially kicked up from Leda's own run - spattering them against her face. But she didn't stop, ducking beneath an attempted attack, before swinging her blade once more, another of the harpies meeting their temporary fate. 

[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/90/2f/9b902f5d69130f56f888762eda7f6939.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Half-blood
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy clenched her jaw at Niah's use of the word [i]allegedly[/i]. It stung like a snake's bite, a flash of red hot pain followed by a cooling venom. She knew why Niah phrased it like that - that Leandra's trial hadn't happened yet, that she had not been convicted, that she was only accused... But Nancy didn't care. She [i]knew[/i] that Leandra was guilty. Niah knew it, too. If it hadn't been for this half-assed immortality Leandra had stumbled her way into, she would be dead by Nancy's hand. And if Nancy had the means to do so, she would have killed her a thousand times more until death finally took. 	

	[color=#9370DB]"There's nothing [i]alleged[/i] about the things she's done,"[/color] Nancy said darkly. 

	Her body felt restless, her fingers tense, buzzing with energy. Her anger was only interrupted by a member of the Senate entering the tent, saying that it was time. Nancy nodded. Her eyes darted towards Leandra, and then followed her gaze to the cup of water in the corner of her cell. Nancy's left eye twitched slightly, and before she had even finished the thought, she walked forward and kicked the cup, spilling the water onto the ground. Just because Leandra was unable to die did not mean she was immune to suffering. 

	[color=#9370DB]"Bring the guards in - I'll help escort her personally,"[/color] Nancy then ordered. She wasn't going to allow Leandra a chance to escape.