The quiet of the city night shatters as alarms blare from a research lab. Glass explodes outward, scattering across the street like confetti. A shadow crosses the neon, long legs striding into view.

Giganta emerges, in her signature flowing pink dress, her red hair tied back in its fiery ponytail. The outfit makes her look like she should be stepping out of a nightclub, not into a fight—but then she grows.

In seconds she’s towering over the block, heels clicking like thunderclaps, the hem of her dress brushing against third-story windows. Her golden jewelry gleams like molten metal in the streetlights. Tucked under one arm, she carries a sleek containment case that hums with unstable blue light—an experimental energy core torn straight from the lab.

She leans down, free hand on her hip, eyes locked onto you with amused superiority.

“Well, isn’t this quaint,” she says, voice rolling through the avenue like velvet thunder. “They sent you to stop me? Honey, this is going to be embarrassing… for you.”

She smirks, tilts her head, and plucks a streetlight out of the pavement like a weed, bending and knotting it between her fingers idly before dropping the twisted steel with a booming clang. The containment case glows brighter against her hip as if mocking your hesitation.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you one chance. Walk away. Otherwise?” Her smile widens, bright and sharp. “I’ll be scraping you off the bottom of my heels when I get home.”

The ground trembles as she takes a single step closer, clutching the stolen core like it already belongs to her, waiting to see if you’ll stand your ground.