Kim Power OC

Static Pulse: Frostbite Protocol ⚡❄️ Kim crouched by the reactor core, frost crackling underfoot. “That hum’s not just Cold’s cannon,” she muttered. “Feels like stolen GJ-U signal tech.” GuildMaster scanned with his wristpad. “Confirmed. Drakken’s channeling cryo-energy through magnetic nodes. If he links with Cold’s weapon, the whole block’s a popsicle.” Kim: “So we unplug it?” GuildMaster: “Or reverse it. Melt their plan.” Kim: “Right. Because villain nukes and improvisation mix great.” 😏 A slow clap echoed—green sparks lit the frost. Shego stepped out, grin razor-sharp. “Aww, tech nerds on a field trip?” Kim: “Shego. I was wondering what smelled like ozone and overconfidence.” 💅 Shego’s hands flared neon green. “Cute outfit. Shame it’s flammable.” Kim: “It’s frost-resistant couture.” Cold’s voice boomed overhead. “Shego, stop flirting and finish this.” Drakken’s holo popped beside him, ranting. “Yes! Before my code finalizes!” Kim: “Still coding your defeat loop, huh?” Shego lunged—green vs. red lightning. Kim blocked with her grapple, sparks showering. “GuildMaster, uplink!” GuildMaster: “Trying—his firewalls are layered like bad lasagna!” Kim ducked a plasma swipe. “Less pasta, more progress!” ⚡ Shego: “Still need a babysitter?” Kim flipped, landing light. “He’s the tech. I’m the chaos.” Shego: “Then let’s dance.” Their blasts collided—green flame, red current, ice shattering overhead. GuildMaster shouted: “Signal hijack complete—Drakken’s core is unstable!” Kim smirked. “Perfect. Let’s make it fashionably explosive.” Shego snarled, retreating as alarms screamed. Cold’s cannon froze mid-charge. Kim exhaled, steam curling. “Well, Onion Boy, guess we melted their snow day.”