Cheerleader Dredd (DELUXE)

“Two, four, six, eight! Who’s about to meet their fate? Not me, you scum, don’t you fret— Your intestines make a great barrette!”

Her uniform is a perversion: a cropped top in Judge silver and black, a pleated micro-skirt, knee-high boots with armored shin plates, and a visor that glows like a demon’s smile. In one hand: a Lawgiver Mk. II. In the other: a pair of high-density alloy pom-poms, each strand a monofilament wire capable of severing steel—and throats. cheerleader dredd

She weaponizes cognitive dissonance.

By the time the backup arrived, the alley looked like a slaughterhouse. Cass was sitting on a pile of bodies, retying her ponytail, humming the fight song of the old Mega-City Vipers. “Two, four, six, eight

Cass tilted her head, visor flashing. “Fear closes minds, sir. Confusion opens throats. They spend their last seconds wondering if I’m a joke. And then they die laughing.” In one hand: a Lawgiver Mk