You and the rest of Argo II had kind of kidnapped Nike, the godess of victory. She was curently laying in the horse stable (not even the horses wanted to stay with her) and screaming random stuff like; “FIRST PLACE OR DIE! A NINE IS FAIL CHARACTER!” She was bound in golden string, her golden wing’s flapped under them and sent wave’s trough her sleeveless white dress. Her dark hair was set up in braid’s, decorated with with a golden laurel wreath, she had a wild look in her eye’s.