[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 stopped in her tracks as she heard Demetri’s grating voice, shaking her to her very core. How [i]dare[/i] he say such things?! How [i]dare[/i] he call her a bitch, insult her leadership of New Rome?! He was too stupid and small and naive and innocent to understand, to really comprehend the severity of Leandra’s crimes. His world was parties and sunshine - he could never comprehend war, or suffering, or trauma. He was useless - more than useless, he was an obstacle. 

 Her duty called for her to ignore his words, his challenge, and see Leandra delivered into exile. Her duty called for her to put the people of New Rome and Camp Jupiter before her own feelings - before the things that mattered most to her in the world. 

 Nancy had always done her duty. 

 She took a deep breath, as the red cloud of anger filled her mind. 

 She counted to three… but didn’t make it past one, as she lost control. 

 [color=#9370DB]”Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking f*****!”[/color] She wasn’t seeing clearly, as she sprinted back at Demetri, and in front of the God of Parties, she struck him across the jaw and the chest, tackling him down to the ground. She was too incoherent to say anything else, frothing with rage, with anger. She had one knee on either side of Demetri to keep him pinned, and she punched him over and over again, blackening his eye and breaking his nose. She didn’t stop, she didn’t pause to think. All she was thinking about was beating him as much as she could until he could never make another stupid comment again. Blood from his nose smeared on her fists, and she didn’t care. She was going to kill this fucking boy. She was going to kill him.