AIM Generalist 3 - v1.0

Humidity wraps the jungle like wet wool. Black Canary shoves through broad leaves, fishnets replaced by matte tactical pants, leather jacket swapped for a sleeveless black vest. Sweat glistens on her shoulders. Her corset remains—indigo scuffed with mud, golden canary emblem catching fractured sunlight. Vines snag her boots. She tilts her head, tracks the enemy by heartbeat, and screams. Her sonic scream sends visible shockwaves.