With apologies to DC Comics.
When you're fighting a Galactic War, they're the team you send when you don't want to risk anyone else (read: nodes 6, 9, 11, 12... Just - just half the dang thing):
Hits so hard, is crazy beautiful. And crazy.
Nobody's safe. Scary mask.
Natural born leader... Of maniacs.
Heh heh, FIRE! Heh heh.
Two words: Culling Blade. Picture James Earl Jones with an Aussie accent. Now you can't unsee it.
On deck, I have:
I know, pigs ain't crocodiles. You find a more analogous toon.
Slicey dicey. Only, I hope she doesn't have the soul of Kylo Ren trapped in one of those things. I'd cut my own ears off.
Last but not least, The Enchantress:
What? Who said the Shaman has to be a male? Didn't Anakin say he slaughtered women and children too? Could YOU tell the difference?
OK, fine, here ya go:
Sexy, healthy, lethal, and with a sultry name. I give you: Enchantresssss...