A loud noise rings in the desert
Black motorcycle whizzing by
Its female rider races through
On the lookout for her foes

Orange bandanna around her neck
Purple top with her weapon holstered
Jeans, boots, and jacket black
Shoulder-length hair a wild pink

The bike suddenly stops
Her electric blue eyes narrow
She sees her friends on the ground
A man standing over them

Pulling out her weapon, she fires
Hit right on her target
The attack is returned
Just barely missed her cheek

She takes down the man
Her friends are okay
But months have passed since then
Now she is a legend

With her wild colors
The scar on her face
People tell of the young female
Who they call the Renegade Rival