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It was a hot summer day in the plains of Amazonia. The sun was at it's highest in the clear blue sky and shined down upon the sandy plains of central Amazonia.
In one specific area of the plains: a tribe of Pale skinned Nomadic Amazons had recently set up camp for the day after traveling several miles during the early morning and up until noon.
Conical tents made of buffalo hide were set up, each tent had drawings on them, telling a different story of the inhabitant's brave, and beautiful, family all the way from their mothers, to grandmothers and great grandmothers.
The amazons of the tribe, like many Amazons, were almost naked. The warriors of the tribe either wore loincloths made of fabric or animal skins, or nothing at all. The woman who were not warriors or were wives who cared for the children, wore loin skirts made of animal skins or animal leather. Children were completely naked, only wearing loincloths when they reached seven, if they chose. A majority of the amazon women did not wear any shirts, walking around the camp with their wonderful breasts exposed to her sisters.
After camp had been set up for more than an hour: many of the tribe's inhabitants went to the center of the camp, sitting in the sand in a circle as a teenage red haired Amazon drug a stick in the sand, creating a large circle in the sand. When the circle was complete, three young blond Amazon women trotted into the circle, briefly trotting around the circle once, earning cheers from their Amazon sisters. They then stopped, forming a triangle in the circle.
The Chief of the tribe and her wife soon appeared and they both sat near the edge of the circle. The Chief, a brunette, with some silver in the mix, haired woman nearing her twilight years but still walked around camp showing her breasts proudly. Her loin cloth was red and it exposed her read end proudly. Over her head was a headdress made of buffalo fur and had horns on them.
Her wife was far younger than her, in her early twenties. The wife of the chief had beautiful golden blond hair that went down to the middle of her back. She wore a deer skin loin cloth. She leaned lovingly against her wife's side, resting her head on her shoulder.
The chief raised her hand, and coming into the circular ring were three teenage Amazons, carrying a weapon. Each girl approached one of the three blond's, giving her a weapon.
Eagle Swift, the oldest of the blond's in the ring at the age of twenty five, who had long blond hair and three feathers weaved in her hair and wore a wolf skinned loincloth, received a spear, which she took with a hard expression, she looked at the other two blond's as they received there weapons.
Fox was twenty three years old, her hair was tied into a single braid and the sides of her head were shaved completely. Her loincloth was blue in color and she were a feathered beaded necklace. She received a hatchet, which she took with almost a despairing sigh.
The youngest of the amazons was seventeen. Her blond hair was loose and curly. Unlike her to sisters: she had not received any feathers. She also wore no loincloth, proudly standing naked in the ring as she was given her weapon, a two handed stone axe. As the girl, the same age as the young one, who handed her the axe walked away, the young amazon reached out and grabbed the girl, and dug her hand through the girl's loincloth, stroking her rear end lovingly, earning a happy sigh from the girl as she shyly walked out of the ring and over towards a group of gossiping Amazon teens.
Now that the contestants of The Trial of Strength had acquired their weapons: the Chief held up her hand again, and gave a shot for the three amazons to begin. As soon as the shout went out: the three warriors turned to face each other...ready to kill their sisters.
Only one warrior leaves the ring alive, the challenge was made, now their lives were in the spirits hands now.
All three amazons circled each other while crouched down, weapons ready and waited for a flaw in her sister's stance. Half a minute later: Fox looked at the youngest warrior, and nodded. The youngest nodded back. They would work to kill Eagle Swift...but then they would turn their attention to each other.
Eagle Swift sensed the agreement, but held her stoic exterior. She had killed many dark skins and red skins during the war of red summer! She could kill these two easily.
The youngest warrior approached first, swinging her axe at Eagle Swift, which she parried, followed by Fox's attempt to step in close and attack Eagle Swift, only to parry her hatchet. Eagle Swift rushed her spear at Fox, who back stepped, and made the youngest amazon the victim of the strike as the spear tip struck her throat. The youngest amazon let out a quiet scream as she backed up, toppling over onto the sand, clutching her throat.
The amazon that the youngest warrior gave the axe two stood up and ran into the circle towards her would be lover, only for the girl to be struck in the back with an arrow from a veteran archer. The girl gave a quick cry before falling onto the sand next to her would be lover, her eyes still open.
No one enters the ring while the fights went on. Doing so was blasphemy by the spirits, punished with death.
Fox and Eagle Swift still fought on, right now they had a hold of each other's arms, their breasts touching as they tired to over power the other. But Eagle Swift was faster: pushing her sister back abruptly, falling to the ground. Before Fox could stand: Eagle Swift was crouched down on top of her, and plunged the spear into Fox's chest. Fox cried in agony for a long minute, desperately pulling at the spear in her chest, but soon death took her, and her body went limp, the back of her head resting in the sand as her empty eyes gazed into the sky.
Eagle Swift stood up victoriously and for the first time smiled in relief. She turned to the crowd, who cheered for her victory cries. But Eagle Swift mistook these cries dearly... As she failed to notice the youngest amazon, whom had survived her wound and pushed her would be lover off of her body and picked up her two handed axe and slowly staggered forward to Eagle Swift, a maniac grin on her face as blood poured from her wound.
As the amazon approached Eagle Swift, she raised her axe high...but suddenly her vision went black. But back in the world of the living: as the young amazon's body fell into the sand behind Eagle Swift: the arm holding the axe fell forward, striking Eagle Swift square in the shoulders.
Eagle Swift eyes widened in both shock and pain and let out a quiet death cry as she fell backwards onto her younger sister, staring up at the sky with the shocked look still on her face.
The Chief looked at the four bodies in the arena with disappointment, but excitement. No winner...but the fight excited many of her tribeswomen, and volunteers became excited.
The three teenage amazons walked into the ring, picking up the bodies of the contestants a and the blasphemer, and carelessly tossed all four corpses into the sand in a pile. The youngest amazon and her would've been lover were on the top, the blashphemer laying on top of the youngest warrior with her arms over her, both dead amazons stared at each other with empty eyes.
Fox lay in the middle of the pile. Eyes closed.
Eagle Swift's body was at the bottom, on her back. Eagle Swift's head lay on the ground facing the ring, eyes closed and her cheek touching Fox's butt.
Three more amazons entered the ring: one blond and for brunette haired girls. Both looked at the crowd excitedly, ready for the battle where only one would leave.