Anita Miranda

A blur of controlled serenity, she maneuvers past defenders with electric pace, though her close-quarters ball control occasionally trips over its own ambition. Once, during a local tournament, she spent an entire match dribbling in rhythmic patterns just to lull an opponent into a literal nap before darting past her to score. Her composed nature hides a lethal engine that leaves markers gasping for air while she barely breaks a sweat.