If Yelena was the voice of the Battle Angels—the one who handled communication, media, and diplomacy—Nadia was their blade and shield. She was the leader whenever combat erupted, the first to command when steel met bone and monsters poured through the gates of the other world.
Where Yelena ruled with empathy, Nadia ruled with composure. Her calm was something unnatural. It wasn't the quiet of peace, it was the quiet of perfect control.
You could yell at her, insult her, even cry in front of her, and her face would remain unchanged. Her eyes would stay as steady as the moon, her lips unmoving, her tone perfectly level.
People often wondered if she could smile at all.
That same stillness made her terrifying in battle.
Even in the chaos of collapsing skies and burning cities, she would issue orders as if reciting lines from a grocery list—no hesitation, no emotion, just precise efficiency. And her sisters would follow without question, because when Nadia spoke, things survived.
