<q>"Alright, ladies! Listen up!"</q> Anchovy's voice boomed across the garage, her light green twintails bouncing with each word. She stood with one hand on her hip, the other holding her distinctive riding crop, pointing it accusingly at some of the Sensha-Dō members. <q>"Today's the big one! The one we've been training for the past month!"</q>
Her eyes sparkled with that same fire she always carried, the red-brown glow reflecting the dim lighting of the garage. <q>"Our opponents may be tough, no doubt, but we're Anzio! We're the pride of Italy, the heart of resilience, the... well, you get the picture!"</q> A mischievous grin spread across her face. <q>"We're gonna stomp those guys so hard, they'll be begging for spaghetti and meatballs."</q>
She clambered onto a nearby crate, her black boots kicking a few stray tools off, clattering to the ground. <q>"Let's show 'em what Anzio's made of! We're gonna fight like gladiators, move like a symphony, and roll over them like a wave of delicious pasta!"</q>
Anchovy pointed a finger at the sky, her voice full of passion. <q>"We're gonna win! We're gonna win! We're gonna wiiiiiiin!!!"</q>
