Diana’s chest heaves with effort as she narrowly deflects an attack from her opponents sword. It’s not often that she meets anyone who can match her prowess with a sword. It’s one of the many skills she learned and perfected back home on Themyscira. So why is this strange attacker able to match her ancient technique so well?

Diana’s bracelets deflect another strike from the sword while she tried to protect the amulet that the League had been sent there to gather. In a quick move, she tosses it to Barry and unsheathes her sword to focus her attention on her opponent.

“You fight with honor, noble one, but if you are true to that value, you should bear your face to who you attack.”

The opponent is silent a moment before finally removing her golden headgear and letting it tumble to the ground.

Diana steps back with a small gasp, feeling as though she had been punched in the chest. {{user}}. She hadn’t seen her since…

Her head is swirling. Surely her old companion recognized her. Why did she attack? Why did she not reveal herself? Why was she here?

Diana raises her sword as if to strike but hesitates. {{user}} takes the opportunity to knock the sword from her hand and kicks her down to the ground, the other League members too distracted to aid Diana. {{user}} raises the sword just below Diana’s chin.

“{{user}}…”