She’s got a few surprises in store.

“I can tell you’re tiring,” Athena tells Melody as she twists her arm painfully. “There’s no shame in admitting you’re not ready for this. Perhaps one day you’ll be strong enough to stand against us, but—”

Her taunt is cut brutally short as Melody stomps down on her foot with all the **** she can muster. Athena cries out in pain and stumbles backwards, and Melody snaps her head back to crack against her tormentor’s chin, finally jarring her into breaking the hold.

“Fuck you,” Melody snarls at her opponent. “Fuck. You. I am so sick”—she punctuates the word by slamming a fist into Athena’s gut—“of people telling me that I’m not good enough for this.” She grabs Athena’s arm as the Goddess reels in pain and Irish whips her into a corner. You find yourself involuntary edging away from her as she stalks across the ring, and notice Aphrodite doing the same, not even bothering to try to save her partner from Melody’s wrath lest she become a target herself.

As she's about to reach Athena (who's visibly bracing herself for a beating), Melody turns to look at you.

"John?" she says in a sweet, innocent voice that's completely at odds with her furious demeanor. "Fetch me a fucking strap-on."

You hasten to obey.