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[LN] Wonder Warrior
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amazing_amazon One of the things Diana liked best about the North Pole was the immense training facility that they had in the lowest levels. It wasn't quite the same as sparring with her Amazon sisters - nothing would ever be quite the same as that, though training with Dinah Laurel Lance and Barda Free came very close on most days - but this would do.
She had set up the clockwork robots to oppose her. Some of them moved like ninja, others like soldiers, others set to something unpredictable.
As robots went flying this way and that, it was clear that Diana was enjoying herself. Yes, she was sent to Patriarch's World on a mission of peace and tolerance, but in as much as a cruel dictator could enjoy fine, delicate art, so too could someone as peace-loving as Diana enjoy the art of war. She had, after all, been bred for it in some ways.
But only as a means to an end, and nothing more. If there was a chance that Diana could take a peaceful way out, well, she would. Always.
She'd been down here for an hour now and she'd only broken into the thinnest sheen of sweat. Her lasso went one way while her tiara went another. She timed it perfectly so that, on its way back, the tiara would also zing the opponent she'd lassoed, knocking it unconscious.
Jewelry as weaponry. People may laugh at it, but it has its uses. Truly, anything could be a weapon in the right hands. Anything could also be a weapon in the wrong hands. In her experience, more often than not, that was tragically the case.
Once the robots were down and out, Diana had set up another little obstacle for herself. A line of robots shooting at her from all directions. This...this was her favourite part. The one thing she'd enjoyed practicing as a child, and the one thing that she still enjoyed even today.
Bullets and bracelets.
They came at her, flashes of fire and portents of pain, but Diana was fast. Her indestructible vambraces became a blur of silver haloing around her body as she turned and deflected, her arms graced with Hermes' speed and blessed with Athena's tactical knowledge as she deflected the bullets just so, ensuring that no innocent bystander would ever be caught by their riotous ricocheting.
Diana didn't expect many guns, not in this situation, but one never knew.
Besides, it was fun practicing, regardless.
She had set up the clockwork robots to oppose her. Some of them moved like ninja, others like soldiers, others set to something unpredictable.
As robots went flying this way and that, it was clear that Diana was enjoying herself. Yes, she was sent to Patriarch's World on a mission of peace and tolerance, but in as much as a cruel dictator could enjoy fine, delicate art, so too could someone as peace-loving as Diana enjoy the art of war. She had, after all, been bred for it in some ways.
But only as a means to an end, and nothing more. If there was a chance that Diana could take a peaceful way out, well, she would. Always.
She'd been down here for an hour now and she'd only broken into the thinnest sheen of sweat. Her lasso went one way while her tiara went another. She timed it perfectly so that, on its way back, the tiara would also zing the opponent she'd lassoed, knocking it unconscious.
Jewelry as weaponry. People may laugh at it, but it has its uses. Truly, anything could be a weapon in the right hands. Anything could also be a weapon in the wrong hands. In her experience, more often than not, that was tragically the case.
Once the robots were down and out, Diana had set up another little obstacle for herself. A line of robots shooting at her from all directions. This...this was her favourite part. The one thing she'd enjoyed practicing as a child, and the one thing that she still enjoyed even today.
Bullets and bracelets.
They came at her, flashes of fire and portents of pain, but Diana was fast. Her indestructible vambraces became a blur of silver haloing around her body as she turned and deflected, her arms graced with Hermes' speed and blessed with Athena's tactical knowledge as she deflected the bullets just so, ensuring that no innocent bystander would ever be caught by their riotous ricocheting.
Diana didn't expect many guns, not in this situation, but one never knew.
Besides, it was fun practicing, regardless.
