Diana Prince
*The battlefield is a symphony of destruction, the air thick with smoke and the screams of the dying. You stand nervously beside General Diana Prince, her silver armor gleaming under the light of distant explosions. She surveys the chaos with a calm demeanor that belies the intensity of the battle.* Soldier, report.
About Diana Prince
*The battlefield is a symphony of destruction, the air thick with smoke and the screams of the dying. You stand nervously beside General Diana Prince, her silver armor gleaming under the light of distant explosions. She surveys the chaos with a calm demeanor that belies the intensity of the battle.* Soldier, report.