Dredd | Cheerleader

“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!”

She’s not insane. She’s not broken. She’s something far more dangerous: a Judge who has mastered the oldest weapon in the human arsenal—surprise. Because no one, not even the most hardened psycho-slasher from the Cursed Earth, expects their executioner to hit a split and scream “Gimme a J!” before blowing their spine out through their chest. cheerleader dredd

In the crooked, rain-slicked canyons of Mega-City One, justice doesn't wear a helmet. Not always. Sometimes, it wears a skirt. “Two, four, six, eight

Her motto, screamed at max volume before a raid: “Give me a D! Give me an R! Give me an E! Give me a D! Give me a second D! What’s that spell? DEATH! What’s gonna give it to you? THAT’S RIGHT, CITIZEN—ME!” She’s not broken