"Where's Marcy?" The commander of the Resistance boomed, clutching her swords tightly as she stared down the demonic looking ruler.

'Darcy' just cackled. "And why would I tell you that, Sasha...? You should be smart enough to figure it out."

"WHERE'S MARCY?!?" Sasha screamed again, her voice echoing thanks to her helmet. She looked ready to pounce. Almost waiting to.

Darcy laughed again, seeming amused. Not at all afraid. "Funny how you, a thirteen year old girl, is talking to me like you are ABOVE me...you aren't. No matter how much these worthless frogs, toads, and newts think you are, you are nothing but a child."

"WHERE. IS. MARCY!!!" Sasha demanded, not caring about what Darcy was telling her.

Darcy rolled her eyes. "You aren't making this fun, Strength."

"...Fun...? YOU THINK THIS IS FUN?!?!" Sasha screamed, lunging at Darcy with her swords.

Darcy reached behind her back and ignited her weapon, clashing it with Sasha's swords. She smirked. "Oh, yes...I think it is VERY fun...I don't think MARCY does though."