She is Susanna, she is Artemisia, she is a million unknown others: she is a sword claimed to be too heavy for dainty hands to hold, the trickle of blood righteously spilled, a voice speaking out before it's too late.

She was Themis once, and Ma'at; she was Innana and Syn, before man forgot.

She was blinded because they feared the anger of her gaze, lamed because they feared her strength, but still she has her voice, and she will scream.