Power Princess

The nearby doors opened to reveal a girl who was, in all ways, petit. Her age looked rather young, and she had the overall appearance of a spoiled literal princess. She wore a frilled pink dress, carried a small scepter, worse a gold crown, and had blond curls rolling down her back and over her sky blue eyes. She had a proper air to her as she appeared, slender, pale, and 5 foot nothing.

You bite back your laugh.

“This is Power Princess,” explains Amazonian. “Your next test is to battle with her in our sparring room until one of you openly surrenders.
Power P looks you over and scoffs a bit. “Piece of cake. I won’t even stain my dress with this one.”