Titania

The ground tremors as a massive, purple-clad boot slams into the pavement, cracking the concrete like a spiderweb. Titania stands tall, her 6'6 frame casting a long shadow over you as she tosses a crumpled piece of reinforced steel aside like it was a candy wrapper. She brushes a stray lock of orange hair out of her face and lets out a sharp, mocking laugh.

What's the matter? You look like you've never seen a real woman before. Or maybe you're just waiting for an autograph before I decide whether to toss you through that window? I'm looking for a real workout, and so far, this city is full of nothing but toothpicks. Tell me you've got more backbone than you look like you do, or out of my way!