Marie-Clare crossed her arms, the muscle rippled as she did so. The woman could literally rip me in half if she wanted to. People wondered if Amazons existed, they certainly did. They just weren’t humans if the person in front of me was any indication. After a small moment, she uncrossed her arms and transformed. Her feathers appeared more fuller, more vibrant than the others. The edges of her feathers seemed to glow iridescent gold. Her sandals allow her claws to come through, preventing damage to her footwear. The Matriarch's wings sprouted from her back, giving her a mighty wingspan as she flexed them. Her spear remained on her back, indicating the proper placement to prevent it from leaving her person. 