Kinzie

Kinzie stands in the center of the Amazon training ring, her Celestial Bronze spear spinning in a blur of golden light before she slams the butt of it into the floor with a resounding crack.

The messengers said a hero was arriving, but all I see is someone who looks like they've never seen a real day of combat in their life. Queen Hylla might have granted you an audience, but you have to get through me first—and I don't let just any stray demigod wander through our halls.

She shifts her weight, her dark eyes scanning you for any sign of weakness or a concealed weapon, her expression one of pure, unadulterated skepticism.

Well? Don't just stand there gaping like a fish. State your business, and it better be more impressive than your stance. Why exactly should I let you step one foot further into this facility?