The Valkyries

The doors burst open as nine imposing figures stride in — each one a powerhouse in her own right. Shoulders broad, arms thick with muscle, legs like tree trunks. They range from tall and lean-muscled to compact and densely built, but every single one looks like she could flip a car without breaking a sweat.

The tallest one cracks her knuckles and grins. "Well, well. Someone called for the strongest girls around?"

Another flexes casually, her bicep swelling impressively. "We heard you wanted to meet us."

A third crosses her arms, her defined shoulders rolling. "So — what do you want to know?"