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I Found a Battlefield

I found the Cunt dying in the battlefield.

I came across the immense carnage on my way to Themiscyra. The battle had taken place many days earlier as I could see from the corpses that had started to shrivel up, though they still looked very beautiful in death, as one would expect with the Amazons, with all their lovely charms in full view, for it was most common for Amazons to die with their legs open as a natural reflex when suffering agony and experiencing sexual ecstasy as they lay screaming and dying.

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I dismounted in order to gather up as many valuables as I could find. There was not much weaponry left behind but I did find a few nice daggers buried under piles of slaughtered Amazon flesh. I found many that had been planted passionately inside anuses, right up to hilts which was sticking out. I smiled; Greek warriors were indeed very passionate, and would often indulge in such twisted pleasures.  I grabbed the handles and plucked them out in turn, wiping the blood and the offal off the blades in their hair and the flesh of their firm round buttocks. I would take those fine daggers, but all the Amazon offal and the gore would remain with the slaughtered Amazons, thank you very much.

Scavengers had obviously already combed the entire field and there was not much left other than all the worthless meat, but though most had been stripped naked by the enemy, many of them still wore their fine gladiator sandals, so I set about stripping lots of the fine leather from the dead feet. At least these would fetch quite a decent price at the market, for Amazon sandals were by far the product of the best workmanship there was. They had to be, for Amazons marched for miles and miles and fought for hours in their sandals, which thus had to be up to the task. Furthermore the sluts of higher rank would have precious stones embedded in them. These served as their wealth that could be used as currency anywhere and at any time. Even Amazons of lowest rank, often referred to as arrow fodder for their role in the battlefield, had stone studded sandals, but with less valuable ones. But the higher ranking Amazons had been stripped entirely naked, even down to their feet, and taken away to line the battlement walls as trophies of war. But I came across a chariot filled with officer carcasses that had somehow been forgotten and left in the field. But the way they had been stacked up all I could see was their beautiful butts and legs, with all their naked feet just sticking out of the chariot. They had obviously been dumped that way to make it easier to strip their stone studded sandals. There was no dignity left for these hated officers who had orchestrated the battle, as their naked carcasses lay there on top of one another like pieces of meat waiting to be thrown to the dogs or fed to the lions in the arena. How their fortunes had changed, from proud and haughty Amazon Commanders to disposable pieces of meat. The sight of their carcasses brought a smile to my face. I was glad that such haughty Amazon filth had ended this way, like the warloving sluts that they were.  

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As I went about taking slender, sandaled feet into my lap and stripping them of their valuables I heard soft moans a short distance away, coming from underneath a mound of flesh. I approached the mound, admiring all its beautiful contents, with lots of long legs draping downwards to leave sandaled feet dangling helplessly and motionlessly in the air. A couple of pairs of round buns adorned the top of the pile, one of them with the point of an arrow sticking out in erotic conquest of the warrior woman's most intimate chamber. I yanked the 2 heads up by the hair and shoved them off the pile to fall clumsily with their legs immodestly splayed. I pulled away the other carcasses, sensuously placing my fingers in the meaty cracks of round buttocks and using battle bulbs affixed to once proud chests as soft malleable handles to pull and tug away at the dead meat. I had always found the handling of flesh extremely arousing, and found myself getting rock hard in an instant.

I grabbed fresh fistfuls of hair to pull more heads out of the way, as corpses rolled off the heap, folding up awkwardly as limbs limply followed torsos to settle in their new positions. I found a writhing Amazon lying face down at the bottom of the pile with legs apart. I grabbed her sandaled feet and yanked her away from the pile, causing the flaps of her tunic to slip away from her moon shaped posterior meat presenting me with a fine view of her swollen pubic mounds which now brushed against the grass. She squealed and howled as the stretching of her entire body started to open up the wounds in her chest which also scraped along.

I dropped her sandaled feet back down to the ground and grabbed hold of a full head of her long golden brown hair. I tugged away at it somewhat viciously, and yanked her head up by the fistful of hair, causing her to squeal again. I looked into her pale green eyes and suffering face. She had those half closed eyes and vacant expression, with tongue hanging out stupidly from her open mouth that were the signs of exhaustion and long hours suffering. I found that the mere thought of her suffering somehow brought me a strange, twisted pleasure. I found her suffering face enjoyable to behold.

Pieces of meat that were once a fine perky breast just dangled from her chest, covered in dried blood and what seemed like dried milk. It had no doubt been passionately minced by a lusty Greek blade. But her other bulb was in a way still intact although it had been sliced wide open, and the yanking of her hair now caused its meaty gland with all its intricate tubing to spill and dangle out of its fleshy erotic housing. It had been a hard ride and I was both hungry and thirsty, so I instinctively grabbed hold of the gland and ripped it out by its roots with a tearing, sloshing sound. She let out a huge gasp followed by a rasp guttural sound, while begging and pleading in her barbarian Amazon tongue. I stuffed it wolf like into my mouth and started chewing, making sounds of approval as I chewed away at the delicious piece of meat that was still fresh, and remembering how immensely delicious Amazon meat was.

She continued to moan and cry and mutter and beg something in Amazonian, but I ignored her. When I tired of all her pitiable begging and winging I just grabbed hold of her hair once again and slammed her face hard several times into the round buns of an Amazon corpse just next to her, then held her there by her hair amidst her protesting kicking feet, humiliating her as I started to suffocate her in the corpse's soft buns, pressing her nose into her anus and her mouth into her swollen cunt. When I stood up she gasped desperately for air to feed her burning lungs. Then started to whimper and whine once again, so I crashed down hard on the back of her skull with my foot, smashing her delicate face into the lifeless muff and knocking her out as the sensitive bone of her nose cracked against the carcass's coccyx.

Having finally shut her up I started to examine her for any valuables and found some golden toe rings, which I sensuously removed with my teeth. While I was down there at the slut's feet, prizing apart the leather sandals, I decided to munch away, taking time to suck and slurp at the discovery of a lovely set of toes which were sticking out of her fine sandals. I was surprised to discover how delicious she was down there. I could see that she had rubbed her feet and toes thoroughly in jasmine and hyacinth before the battle, as Amazons were wont to do, and the expensive fragrance, mixed with the slut's natural pheromones, had kept them fresh and tasty, and thus ever so kissable ever since.

I could not help wonder who had actually been victorious in battle. Was it the Spartans, who forced the captured Amazons to drag their own slaughtered filth to the awaiting meat wagons to take home as trophies of war? The thought excited me as I visualised defeated Amazons forced to drag their own dead ignominiously by the hair, as was Spartan custom, before being herded off themselves to the awaiting arena.

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I managed to post this still away but will be home soon and hopefully will carry on
The Wild North
The North Island a place that not many women could say they could live there but the villages dotted around the north are on the borderlands of places that many would not venture into without good reason the main peek of the Island was a harsh land with cold nights and very unstable weather it was a wonder anyone lived out that far but that was where the Queen's main army came from it got warmer the more east you headed on the Island but soon thick jungle would prevent you from moving far however not only that but Fallen Ones and other Demoness often infested the Jungle the surrounding Villages where protected most of the women drafted already but a sign seemly appearing over night caught the attention of Lorna "Wanted All Wilderness Ready Women to report to the North Gate for special training "

Lorna had been not drafted before she was keen to fight for a Queen that all the villages had head about but never had the chance the drafts women often overlooked her and some others in the village saying the Queens army had no use for Wilderness trained women even was turned down for the Wild Elite training but Lorna always said there was nothing about them that was wild Lorna however had spent many nights in the woodlands and surrounding Jungles she was right at home so jumping at this message the North Gate was a few days away Along with a few other women with  after putting on civilian armor They ventured off to the North Gate unaware of what they are being called for the temptation to fight was high what could we be doing Alex asked Lorna she was much like her always wanting to explore the wilderness but with the danger in the woodlands and jungles going too far was forbidden under the guards who protected the villages I'm not sure Lorna said but a chance to fight finally! Yes Alex smiled as they walked as predicted two days had passed and finally they arrived at the North Gate a huge gate fortress designed to stop any tribe army in its tracks thats if the Tribe army even set foot on the Island at the gate entrance there was a Nameless standing next to a barracks should we ask her  Lorna suggested Alex shook her head probably not I hear Nameless don't speak to anyone other than there own maybe we should find a elite whats the harm in trying Lorna said Hey she called out to the Nameless who just stood there ignoring her call Lorna frowned before walking over to her Hey she said again this time waving her hand in front of the Woman's face who then frowned before taking a swing at Lorna who dodged it Lorna grabbed the woman's arm and pushed her to the ground I don't want to fight you she said I just want to ask you something ARghh the nameless roared swinging wildly Lorna however was faster and the Nameless found herself on the ground this time though the Nameless had drawn her sword I am going to kill you bitch! Lorna was not really ready or expecting the Nameless to be so aggressive uh o she thought it was at that stage the nameless stopped dead in her tracks and bowed kneeling down Lorna however was not sure why she did that but turning around to discover a Demoness standing there Oh she said I'm sorry Be quiet the Demoness said Lorna fell silent unsure what to do at this stage What is your name the demoness said My name is Lorna umm mistress? I am assuming you are from the outlying villages then being as you sound so confused and looking at your.. armor  but of no matter I will deal with you in a moment the demoness said pushing past Lorna towards the Nameless who was still bowing alt

Now then Nameless filth being bested by a common villager I find that insulting I find that disrespectful of your queen if she was here to see such failure! with one motion the nameless woman was flung into a wall with a loud thud two other Nameless arrived deal with that disgrace the Demoness said strip her and... make sure she's hanging from that building when I return right away Mistress Nashala Lorna felt her blood turn cold Nashala  the demoness she had caught the attention of was Nashala... the rumor's and stories surrounding the Council of the seven and one of them was standing right next to Lorna Nashala's eyes now turning to Lorna and as for you Not many common villagers without training could manage to do that I am curious why you are here of all places Lorna was unsure if she was allowed to speak or not at this stage You forgot how to talk Nashala frowned No miss I just I've not met a demoness before ahhh it starts to make sense now you must be responding to a message that was posted about wild trained to report to here I was told some of you maybe coming not that it interested me but seeing a lesser villager get the better of.. a Nameless well that does peek curiosity the building you seek is behind me I will remember you Lorna Nashala said turning to admire the hanging nameless

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Alex still had the look of shock on her face In there Lorna said walking to the building before anything else happened. the building they entered had a strange feeling about it there was quite a lot of women already inside some looking confused others standing around guess we will wait here then Alex said a few moments had passed Lorna was talking to Alex bout her wired feeling but stopped when the room fell silent up on a higher part Nashala had arrived again seemly out of nothing her eye's scanning the room You have answered a calling to be part of a army that needs you! After your training you will be joining the ranks to the Queens Army as Elite Ranger's! the training will be hard and you will be expected to go where terrain is hard for the Queens forces to get though you will be striking from places the Tribe Filth think no one would be coming from from old ruins to the other side of fortresses and you will be feared! but to start with you all will be trained in combat as some of you Nashala looked right at Lorna maybe be able to fight but against some of the Tribe filth's forces Nashala motioned and said your uniforms are here! Lorna and the other women heard a motion and saw the room was full of helmets swords and shield's and bow's Arm yourself Nashala said after some time the women looking very different now then Nashala said who was patiently waiting go outside now you are armed the women started heading towards the door sounds of surprise being heard Lorna soon figured out why they where no longer in the North Gate instead they where in a new place a fortress that was seemly surrounded by deep forests the tree's towering over some parts of the wall another Demoness was sat on top of a roof grinning look at this place Alex said This place will be you're new home for now Nashala said emerging and standing next to the Demoness on the roof Sky here will be overseeing your training and you will listen to her every word this place is deep within a Jungle in the north island until you are trained you will not leave the fortress the Jungle is full of dangers roaming demoness and Fallen ones are to name a few but we will get back to that this place is well protected however Sky nodding looking at some of the Siege Breakers who where paroling and standing guard

After some time and Sky had said what she needed to say a group of them found themselves exploring the Fortress they where told that the outside was off limits and some rooms where not allowed to enter death would be the price Alex was speaking to some other women from the meeting before as Lorna came over to join them

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Hey she said this place is something right? Yes it is Alex said Lorna nodded at the women Hi one of the women said I'm Elsa I'm Lisa the other one said where are you from? East part of the Island the village before the eastern wasteland Lorna replied Oh we are from the north before the North Gate so we arrived first Lisa said gloating I wonder where this place is and are we trapped here? Alex said still looking around I don't know the women all said at that time the group decided that they should rest before the next training started Sky was quite clear it would begin in a days time so enough time to settle in and explore if necessary not that they could go far Sky was also quite clear that speaking or trying to talk to the Siege Breakers would be pointless they would not respond only to Sky much like the Nameless or Demoness forces the Elite however would speak to anyone just a shame that none where present in this place

A Royal Encounter

The Barracks was busy with the other women all claiming areas Lorna and Alex and there new friend's found a spot in the corner I wonder why no one wanted this spot Lorna said to Alex as she noticed it was empty I'm not sure Alex said looking around its darker than most here later that night Lorna would discover why no one wanted it as with most demoness the shadow jump could be used only in darker areas but Lorna and there friend's where unaware of this night time came rather quickly for the fortress and it wasn't long before the only movement was the Siege Breakers along the battlements the gate was shut tight with Siege Breakers now guarding it if anything wanted to unlock the gates without permission it would need to pass the guards but the presence of Nashala and Sky would also be enough to ward of any wandering Demoness in the forest Sleep was always easy for Lorna she could drift off but tonight was different half awake she felt a hand on her shoulder then a all too familiar voice Get up and follow me and make no sound Lorna opened her eyes to see Nashala standing over her she quietly sat up before quietly finding her top and walking to the corner of the room Lorna had no choice The Council members often woke people in the night as Lorna had all heard the stories about them Nashala being one of the most mentioned some dared not even speak of Vashala in fear of drawing her attention to them did I do something wrong Lorna asked with some caution as Nashala could probably just as easily kill her and not give it a moments thought being as she killed a nameless for being bested by her of course not Nashala said now they where what seemed like another room If I wanted to kill you I'd of choked the life out of you while you slept! oh Lorna laughed nervously No no I am speaking to you for another reason I see something in you that I find interesting I saw you best that Nameless but its not that that caught my attention you could of killed that woman but you did not so I wonder why are you fighting? Lorna looked a little surprised at this question I wish to fight for my Village such spirit you have Nashala said Lorna felt suddenly very cold she started to shiver something wrong Nashala said I feel strange Lorna said turn around then Nashala said Lorna being quick turned around to see Sapphire the Queen of the North sitting in a chair with One standing beside her Lorna could not see what she was looking at

One spoke this is what you make me stand here for to meet a lesser elite? calm yourself Sapphire said standing up approaching Lorna who was frozen in place with no idea what to do You may go now Sapphire said You know what the creatures are like in this place less you see me to harm hrmm? hardly One smiled if anything they should be afraid of you One laughed before seemly stepping out of sight Now then Sapphire said I am here as I wanted to see my Elite Rangers before there training is finished and Nashala tells me you of all seemed to show promise so you have the honor of being promoted to a officer by me I expect great things from you Sapphire gave Lorna a look of or else Yes yes I will Lorna finally said You not only fight for you're village you fight for me now remember that Yes yes Lorna said wonderful now wake up a odd thing for a Queen to say but almost instantly Lorna woke up with a start to find Alex next to her with a rather strange look are you okay? she asked yes she said I'm fine still a little confused as to what just happened was it a dream or something all to real...

Into the Wild

What seemed like weeks had past in there time in the safety of the fortress deep within the Jungles of the North all the Lorna and her fellow now Elite Rangers had had training Lorna found it harder than most as she always felt the eyes of Nashala or Sky on her  even during training drills alt

but finally after weeks there was all but one final test to finish They had been told they where to leave the safety of the fortress and travel out of the jungle and arrive at the North Gate it is from there they will be Elite Rangers and deployed into the Queens army but there was the matter of traveling though the Jungle in the time there training had taught them new skills being able to survive long times and keep in one spot for days on end waiting to strike tracking finding there way back would be easy it was the things that lurked in the jungle that would prove a problem but not to you now Nashala said on telling them the task before I see you at the the North Gate Nashala said some final words of advice the demoness that lurk in these Jungles will not hesitate to kill you nor give you any mercy! with that they would be deployed in different squads Alex was ready with Lorna and her Squad you look nervous Alex said to Lorna who's thoughts where elsewhere Not really nervous Lorna said just hoping we make it out we will Alex said we have to right? besides its only fallen ones out there there not exactly quiet very true Lorna said walking to the gate before stepping out into the wild


The Terror Of The Wild

Walking for some time the route they had chosen was quiet no sign of anything or anyone following them Lorna was still on edge however she never was good at relaxing but there was a lot to think about she was a officer now in charge of her fellow elite rangers others had been chosen but she wanted to make sure all of her squad got out alive some already had been claimed by the nameless in the jungles around the fortress but Lorna was not certain it was fallen ones doing Lorna had seen a Fallen one before one had managed to somehow find its way out of the Jungle around her village and it almost took the guards life even when it was wounded it still tried to come at the guards with no sense of danger or mercy but the women who had been killed had been laid out some stripped and hanged upside down a Fallen One would not do that... so something else was out there Lorna was always cautious suddenly she saw a flash a horrible pain struck her mind a creature with fangs glaring at her it was sudden but she saw it Drawing her sword she looked around whats wrong Alex said I saw something Lorna said did you not? No Alex said looking at the other women who where looking slightly confused as to why there officer was behaving strangely it happened again this time for longer Lorna saw the creature with four wings and large fangs red eyes with slits reaching out and a look of laughter on its face Die it said out loud
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Lorna looked around frantically are you sure you saw nothing she asked Yes Alex said what is the matter with you I'm seeing something a creature with wings and fangs its only in short bursts explaining as best she could without looking like she had gone mad should we stop for a moment Alex said to the others No lets carry on Lorna said its stopped now what on earth was that and why a I the only one seeing it maybe its because you are the officer Alex said remember Sky told us that the Tribes often go for officers to cause fear possibly but I am not going down without a Fight Lorna said frowning there are more of us than whatever it is out there agreed the women said as they carried on they had there weapons ready now just in case a little down the path they saw a horrible sight the squad before them had been attacked but by what was unclear with no sure sign of what could of attacked them without warning a woman who was still alive gasped help me she cried Lorna ran to her side where is your officer she asked the woman coughed again before pointing behind her Lorna turned to see a the officer impaled by her own sword to a tree What happened? By the Queen look at them there terrified It was a demoness the woman said trying to breath did it have four wings Lorna asked Yes it was so fast we.. did not react in time it was so fast... can you move? Lorna asked we are taking her with us Alex nodded helping her stand up she started to strangle me the woman said but she ran off then you showed up she could be coming back!!

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We are leaving now Lorna said watch behind you anything you see report it at once standing now moving cautiously though the Jungle now became a issue with a wounded woman with them and something lurking in the depths

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A sequel to From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel 1, inspired in part by a certain unused scene in Kill Bill: sister of the slain kunoichi seeks revenge, even if it's the last thing she does.

From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel, Scene 2

A gust of chilly wind caught him as he rounded another corner, penetrating the light jacket that he wore over his usual business suit, causing him to instinctively scrunch his shoulders a little. This evening, the roundabout path from the chore of overseeing the Clan's industrial district operations to his car had taken him in front of Warehouse D-21. On the outside, it was no different from the other blocky, rust-colored structures that lined the street, with an occasional working street lamp.

D-21 brought back recent memories, though: a few months before, it was there that he had fought and slain the infamous Jade Kunoichi and her retainers. The police lines and the bodies were long gone now, with nothing to show for it: everybody in his world knew just who had done it and why, but nobody wanted the police involved, least of all the police themselves.

He stopped. Ahead of him, he had spotted a figure causally sitting on top of the farthest lamppost on that block. Outwardly, he did nothing, but he was already planning his next move.

“Good evening!” It was a cheerful female voice. A moment later, she gracefully flipped off her perch, landing noiselessly into the spotlight. He remembered where he had seen her: it was at the ceremony that took place two weeks after the deaths of his uncle and the Jade Kunoichi. There, a peace agreement with the Jade Clan had been formalized. A younger sister of the Jade Kunoichi, she had stood out from the rest of her clan with her not-quite-traditional bleached blond hair and a dark brown artificial tan. He had heard they called that fashion “ganguro,” though she seemed to eschew the heavy makeup that “ganguro” supposedly wore.

Rather than the skimpy uniform of a Jade-clan kunoichi, she was wearing an even skimpier version of a “sailor” school uniform, consisting of a short-sleeved white button-down shirt and a jade-colored miniskirt. She wore it braless, he could tell, because the shirt was unbuttoned and tied off under her breasts, revealing much of the deeply tanned flesh of her bosom and all of her toned abdomen. The skirt, too, was short enough that every gust of wind revealed a similar lack of panties, along with the knowledge that she shaved her pubic hair. She wore no footwear, but he could see the toenails of her bare feet were painted jade green, like those of her late sister. He always did admire the physical and mental conditioning Jade Clan applied to their trainees: though half-naked in the cold, she was showing no discomfort, or shivering. Unlike most of the Jade Clan’s ninja, she did not appear averse to using firearms: on her belt, she had two hand grenades (that he could see), an Uzi, and several magazines of ammunition.

“Good evening.”

“You sure took your time getting here. I've been freezing my butt up there every night for a week!”

“May I presume that this is about your elder sister?”

“Right. I am here to kill you for what you did to her.”

Normally, such a declaration would have been met with a quick draw and a killing shot, but this time, there was the matter of justifying it before their two clans: without proof that he was threatened, killing her at this point could be considered aggression. Thus, he chose his words carefully: “It was my humble understanding that our clans had come to an agreement that the Jade Kunoichi's actions in facilitating the death of my uncle were driven by a desire on her part to provoke me into a test of fighting prowess. It was also my understanding that the honorable and respected Jade Clan has disavowed her actions, acknowledging my revenge on her as legitimate, and thus not subject to retribution by the honorable and respected Jade Clan or...”

“You just don't get it, do you?! You're just like the Elders!” The girl interrupted. “You think it's just because you killed her. So you killed her. She was ready to die, if you proved stronger than her! But you didn’t give her that! She said that whoever won, the winner would never forget the battle. She even waited until you killed all of her retainers to confront you! And you just shot her!”

Her voice shifted lower, turning into a growl.

“I saw her body. I can read blood spatter as well as anybody. I know you shot her through the throat after she challenged you. You bastard...”

He observed her, responding in the same, overly formal language: “At no point did I make a secret of what had taken place, nor of my intentions. Whereas her goal was to provoke me into a blade duel, my goal was to kill her.”

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This is an old story of mine, but comments and criticism are still welcome. A male assassin takes on a squad of female ninja and their leader. This story is meant to read like a scene out of a yakuza novel.

From a Hypothetical Yakuza Novel, Scene 1

The moonlight streaming in through the skylights gave the ordinary warehouse an eerie gray appearance. The young man's footsteps were oddly silent as he moved through the hallways formed by stacks of crates, gun drawn. He looked like he was dressed for a job interview rather than combat, in a gray business suit, but his upcoming interview had but one motive: revenge.

He paused, his senses taking in his surroundings, and knew that this was the moment of truth. He knew approximately where she was and how many were with her. All that was left was to take one step forward. He stepped. Then, flicking his wrist, he slapped aside the throwing knife that was flying at him with the barrel of his gun.

They all attacked at the same time. There were six of them, two leaping down at him from above, four breaking cover and charging. They were six female ninja, all looking in their late teens. Each was dressed in a short, tight wrap going down to just below her buttocks, and white panties. The wrap was open in front but belted at the waist by a narrow belt, and the panties showed between the flaps of the wrap. White bands of cloth were wrapped around their forearms and lower calves. All were barefoot. Their hair styles, too, were identical, each girl's hair going down to the small of her back, and held back by a headband. Each wielded a tanto: a single-edged knife with a foot-long blade. That meant that his was the only gun in the vicinity. He would have to budget his ammo.

He jumped forward, pushing off at a slight angle to spin in the air. The one leaping from above and to the right slashed and missed. She landed in a crouch. He twisted in the air, to point his gun at the other ninja, who had jumped from her perch behind him. He fired one shot. It hit her low in her right breast, blood splattering over her top. He continued to rotate, rapidly firing once at each of the two ninja that were originally to his left. The first one was shot through the heart. She gasped as the wound between her breasts spurted blood. She managed two more steps, but her life was over. The second one tried to roll to avoid the shot, and was hit in her left shoulder.

He rolled as he landed, passing under a slash from the ninja on his right, firing twice at the ninja in front of him as he rose. The first shot hit her to the left and below her navel, snapping her belt. The second shot hit her in the upper abdomen, just under her left ribs. She was momentarily stunned, as her no-longer-restrained bloodied top flew open, revealing what little it had been concealing of her athletic figure.

The ninja on his right lashed out again with her tanto. He blocked the slash with the barrel of his handgun. He aimed a punch at her right temple as he rose, gun still locked against tanto. She tilted her head to avoid it and lashed out with her left hand to strike at his right flank. His swing was merely a distraction, however, and her fatal mistake was forgetting that the barrel of the gun was not as dangerous as its end: he pivoted the gun, with the tanto as the fulcrum, until it pointed at her face, and pulled the trigger. Her attack was aborted, droplets of blood and brain spattering on his gun hand.

The dead ninja pitched back, messily shot between the eyes. He continued his motion, narrowly evading a thrust from behind, from the ninja he had hit in the shoulder earlier. It opened a long gash in his suit, though not his flesh. He turned again and fired at her as she was recovering from her thrust, having overextended herself in trying to reach him faster. She was half-turned, so the bullet struck her in her lower-left ribs, lodging in the upper abdomen. He retreated, as the remaining ninja tried once again to encircle him, but then, he spotted his real target.

He had only seen blurry photographs of her before, and now she was standing on a container, watching the fight below. The woman looked slightly older than those he was fighting, and was about his height, with a narrow face, and commanding bearing. Her skimpy clothes were of the same cut as those of her minions, but her wrap shimmered slightly, being of fine silk. In the moonlight, he could not see the colors, but he knew that it was jade green, with dragons embroidered in gold thread. He guessed that the pedicured toenails of her bare feet were painted the same color.

He had a momentary clear shot, but when he shifted his gun just slightly, to begin to aim for her form, she read the motion and ducked behind another crate. In the next moment, he paid for this distraction, as a jump-kick from the left and behind caught him completely unprepared. It was his only unharmed attacker: the ninja that had tried to ambush him from the right. He rolled with the kick instinctively as her foot made contact with his ribs, knocking him forward. As he hit the ground, he could feel that at least one rib was cracked.

He used the momentum of his roll to get back up. Two of his foes were on him as the as he regained his footing. On his right was the girl who had jumped at him from behind, bloodstain growing over her right breast. On his left, the girl whose top was open. A stream of blood flowed down her abdomen, not obstructed by cloth, and another lower, soaking her panties. He dodged the slash from the one on the right and pistol-whipped her. Her head rocked back, a few drops of blood flying from the split lip. This gave him a chance to block the slash from the one on the left with the barrel of his gun. She surprised him, letting go of her weapon and grasping his wrist, pushing off with her feet to tackle him. Her left arm snaked around his right shoulder, in almost an embrace, her bared breasts pushing against his chest and their faces inches apart, as he staggered back, trying to stay on his feet.

He pulled the trigger, the bullet ripping into her stomach at a steep angle. She held on, her pretty face set in a mask of determination. He managed to heave her to the side, interposing her between himself and the other attacker to buy himself a few moments, wincing as his ribs reacted to the exertion. In the meantime, she managed to bring her arm into a stronger embrace, pressing herself against him harder. He could feel the girl's labored breath on his face, a drop of blood appearing on her lip. He fired again, and the girl's legs jerked once and went limp: the bullet damaged her spine. She maintained her hold, but her strength was waning rapidly.

Not rapidly enough, as the ninja who had jump-kicked him rejoined the fray. He was attacked from two sides, but his back was to a container. Desperately he jumped away from the new threat and her slash passed inches away from the back of his neck. His luck held as he barreled into the other girl, pushing her dying teammate into her and onto her blade. She fell back. He shifted his weight, passing her on the side. His arm stretched, firing into her temple as she fell. She was killed instantly, with the almost point-blank shot, her brain splattered on the side of the container.

Only two minions remained alive, one wounded in the shoulder and lower ribs, the other unharmed. His gun's magazine was almost empty, however, and they would hardly give him a chance to reload. At the same time, he noticed that their leader was once again observing the battle, standing atop another crate. Yet, he knew that she would hide at the first sign that he was targeting her. He had a better idea.

The unharmed ninja pursued him. Over a few seconds, he parried her attacks with the barrel of his gun. She was careful to keep it from pointing at her, and the fact that her weapon was bladed and his was not gave her some control over this, though she was suspicious that he was holding back for some reason. Through parrying and dodging, they had switched positions, so that the other surviving minion was running at him from behind, and he had retreated to where his previous two kills lay. This suited her fine. The twice-wounded ninja reached the fray, thrusting at his back.

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Above and Beyond

That day Ashlinn fell still ever present in Linn's mind she saw her fall but could do nothing powerless to stop her the demoness who threw her sister over the bridge Nashala all Linn could see was her laughing her smile of joy of what she had done turning while on the bridge Oh you must be related no one looks at me like that without some form of relation to whoever that was I killed such a shame maybe you would like to join heralt DIE linn roared Nashala however had other ideas this battle is won she said taking off maybe you should do yourself a favor and run away like a good little girl Get down here Linn shouted and face me! Nashala was out of reach picking up a axe from a fallen Beserker don't you dare Nashala shouted back Linn threw the Axe as hard as she could but it missed slightly grazing Nashala I will remember you Bitch! Nashala said nowhere will hide you what is your Name so I know who I kill next time my name is Linn And I will kill you first You and your kind!!! I'd like to see you try Nashala yelled before going out of sight Linn! we have to go heavy elite are comingalt Nisha said we have to fall back Arghh Linn cried in rage lets go she said as shouts of retreat sounded along the bridge The Batak will cover our retreat we have to go Linn wanted to look for her sister but with the Queens forces now advancing it would be foolish to even try there was a way down to the bridge below in the ravine but it was on the Queens side and no doubt there would be Queen forces down there looking for any survivors The other side of the bridge now hurry back as predicted the Batak where covering the Queens forces who had stopped probably to regroup this was the only way across this part of the territory to a fortress that had seen its fair share of battles as constant fighting in the region The Queen's forces where relentless every week there would be some form of a push Linn did not know at the time that Ashlinn had survived barely but luckly another tribe who lived nearby in the ravine they did not want anything to do with the war that was raging above them the Queen's forces had sent path finders to venture into the territory of these tribe women in hope of making them join the Queen but they would be piled up at the ravine entrance altThey never killed the Tribe forces however only gave them a warning to not return again so now the Tribes do not venture into the area As for the Queen's forces they guard the ravine entrance and dare not venture into it for nowalt


Linn was quite upset Why can't we go into that area she shouted at Nai the tribes there made it quite clear they do not want to be involved they may of sent bodys of Queens forces and told us to leave but they could also kill our forces but my sister! I'm sorry about that Ashlinn was a good fighter She was killed by Nashala Linn frowned upset and angry A vile thing Nashala is Nai said one of the council members her presence at the bridge means they could be looking to advance across that ravine pass this is most troubling Nai said pointing at the map Natalin and her Batak are doing a fine job keeping them away for now but with Nashala around things may get dire Nai could see that Linn was full of rage and anger at the moment and not thinking clearly I think there is a possible errand you could run for me Linn what is that well some time ago now Nai said leaning closer Akkara was captured yes I heard about that Linn said Akkara is Nashala's sister! along with Ishala what Linn said So I need you to go to Akkara's prison and guard it maybe you will learn about Nashala and her dark secrets Linn pondered this for a moment yes she said with pleasure use caution though do not get close to Akkara she is strong and maybe chained up but do not give her any window but what about the front here I will assign Natalin and Vera to here they should be able to keep the Queen filth from crossing it was around that time that Nashala had started to set out for the Prison holding Akkara

Linn had arrived at the prison a fortress far out of the reach of many being assigned here was bliss to some of the forces as nothing ever happened since the Queens forces could not get into the area but that was about to change Linn entered the prison down into the place where light barely made into it and there at the end of the hallway was Akkara chained to the wall her eye's fixed on Linn oh another vermin come to look at me like I am some ANIMAL she roared trying to break free of the chains You are a monster said Linn If I had my way I would let you die slowly but I need information Like I would tell you anything wretch you will have to come in here and make me tell you Akkara laughed I need to know about your sister Ishala? Akkara frowned she is a traitor and deserves more than death painfully slowly minutes become days hours years ahh such pleasure it would give me No Linn said the other one Nashala Akkara stopped for a moment what do you want with her girl

Information she took something from me and I want vengeance you will not get it from her girl do yourself a favour and let it go Nashala will break you much like I would do except you are chained to a wall Linn smirked and I am able to leave as I please tell me about her Akkara laughed I told you I will not tell you anything my sister is just as ruthless as I am death often follows in her wake so do not chase after death or you will wind up dead not that I mind Akkara smiled again maybe so Linn said but I will end her life for what she did to my sister Linn realized that saying that to Akkara was probably not a good thing to say a wicked smile came across Akkara's face so that is the true reason why you think that killing your sister's killer will grant you peace? or vengeance you are wrong girl dead wrong and I would love to see you learn that lesson you are pathetic and will never kill my sister I can only hope she will kill you and before you die you realize your stupid mistake! hahaha Akkara laughed Linn simply said maybe so but at least I get to leave now Linn turned leaving Akkara alone and saying You can't hold me here forever I will break free!! You hear me and when I do you will all - Linn shut the door drowning out the sound of Akkara's voicealt

 

Break The Fall

what happened to Ashlinn when she fell over that bridge after recovering she managed to bring the tribe that helped her into the war this some of the events that took place while Linn was finding vengeance Ashlinn was finding ally's

Ashlinn fell for what seemed for endless till a massive thud her whole body shook as if she had run into something hard at full force she had landed on another woman who did not share the same fate her world spinning she was in and out of conscious little views here and there followed by the sound of more women falling how much time had passedalt

Ashlinn could not tell she was in pain had she hadn't fallen on the woman she would of probably died she awoke once more to see there where other women near her now wandering around checking the body's piling them up for a cart they had there Armour was not anything like Ashlinn had seen it was different where they tribes? or Queen's forces Help Ashlinn called out one of the women heard her Look here she called this one's alive and more women came Ashlinn saw one standing over her now Well what do we have here she said looking up You fell a hell of a long way down can you move? Ashlinn tried to get up but she was shaking with the pain Bring her with us then A red haired woman said she may live Kinva will know what to do with her at least Ashlinn felt some relief that they where tribes Ashlinn felt herself being picked up altUrgh she moaned before passing out it felt like days to Ashlinn she awoke briefly a few times with flashes of what was going on around her women standing over her talking she has not healed yet who is she and how did she survive the fall then at last she awoke with quite a start take it easy a woman said at the end of the bed sat in a chair her feet on the bed Ashlinn tired to move again I'd not advice against it She said standing up you fell a long way my name is Kinva I lead these women and the tribe and you are? Ashlinn my name is Ashlinn I am from the West Island ahh such a strange island Kinva smiled I visited it there many moons ago the Beserker's there are quite something I am guessing you are one of those? Yes I am Your skills in combat are not unknown to us The West Island has been overrun by the Queens forces The Queen? Kinva said those women who come into our lands and demand we fight for them? yes we have seen them many times but they stopped coming the moment we kill there forces and leave there body's and armor at the entrance to our land Kinva laughed We do not treat the Tribes though the same way but we will not join anyone I'm afraid that will soon not be the case Ashlinn said The Queen will not stop until she has all the lands and the tribe forces are scattered to the winds her and a seemly endless army of demoness and foul council members demoness? Kinva said those winged women we found below the bridge? Yes One of there members threw me off the bridge I can still see her laughing at me as I fell so the winged creatures are in a council strange and what is the name of this demoness?

Nashala Ashlinn said the room seemed to drop in mood whispering could be heard in the dark corners the room itself was quiet well lit Kinva noticed the room had suddenly gotten colder strange mentioning that winged creature has caused some strange noises she said getting up well of no matter I do not fear anything that goes bump in the night demoness or woman! when you are able to move about come outside I wish to show you something before we send you on your way back to your war

Ashlinn was unsure what to make of the tribe leader who clearly showed no interest in joining them but that was about to change as unknown to Ashlinn and the Kinva and her Tribe The Queen had some interest in these women and if they did not join this time death would be there only option Now that the bridge and the way into the Tribes territory clear The Council had decided to send in Fallen One's if the Queens envoys did not return alive or shown any respect they deserved Siege Breakers would be sent first then fallen ones who would wipe out everything and anyone they came across

What is it you wanted to show me Ashlinn said emerging from the Room she was staying in Ahh good Kinva said Ashlinn saw she was holding a large Axe fearing the worst what is it Ashlinn said with out any warning Ashlinn saw Kinva throw the axe right at a tree slamming into the tree with a massive crunch Try and get that out of that tree Kinva said the other tribe girls standing around her laughing Ashlinn put her hand around the tree and pulled with all her strengh but the Axe was not moving it was firmly stuck in the tree Pulling again it slightly moved but still could not get it out of the tree your strength is amazing Ashlinn said That's a training axe Kinva said the one's we use are smaller but throwing them is a last resort never throw unless you have to Ashlinn saw the woman had a smaller Axe in her hand this one here is what we use once you are able to get a decent throw on a bigger heavy Axe then you are ready for these ones Ashlinn walked over to Kinva who gave her a large Axe now throw it at the tree Ashlinn threw it but it hardly made the same impact as Kinva's throw it did stick in the tree but it was easily removedalt

Before you go Kinva said you will learn how we do this and maybe then you can teach other tribes and leave us alone as I have said we have no interest in your war with this Queen

Join Us Or Die!

Ashlinn said nothing they could of sent her on her way but this gift could prove useful for the Beserkers her training started almost instantly throwing Axes twice the size of the ones they used at targets Armour scavenged from the bridge It was tiring but Ashlinn was determined to master this for the good of the tribes a few weeks had passed and sure enough Ashlinn had managed to throw with the same force any Axe or sword she thew would be stuck in armor and tree's alike well done Kinva said to her your time here well spent but with your new found skills I hope you will manage to.. Kinva a few women said rushing over there are some strange Armour women coming down the path How many Kinva said A few there not like Queen forces we have seen before or Tribe for that matter Ashlinn come with me dashing off towards sure enough they carefully approached the path ahead of them sure enough very heavily armored women where ahead of them they had not noticed them Siege Breakers Ashlinn said and they are? Kinva said looking again there they are very heavily armored women for the Queen's forces

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Nashala was standing alone in her chambers on the North Island a horrible place for non demoness it had been months since akkara was captured and hidden away from the world her other sister Ishala now classed as a traitor the other demoness's in the council did not seem to care about akkara Vashala mentioned it once but Luvala had dubbed it unnecessary to even look for her so it fell down to Nashala it seemed and her only or so she thought sitting down now she felt a presence in the room with her.alt
 
Turning to see Chaos smiling at her not with your council members she smiled Misstress Nashala said bowing what brings you to see me Chaos smile widened akkara she said
What Nashala said surprised I have found her she is locked away in a Tribe vermin Jail on the East Island it took me months to break though the spells that are around the Jail but I am certain she is there! We must go at once Nashala said Do not simply rush in Chaos frowned you will need a force to break though it will not be easy She is one of the council members Nashala said with anger my sister she is all I have other than that traitor bitch! Watch your tone with me Girl Chaos snapped you maybe one of my higher generals but do not think I will not snap your neck I'm sorry Nashala said bowing again I will need a small army she said well do you not think I have not seen that chaos said go out to the balcony Nashala cautiously made her way to the balcony to be greeted with a impressive sight a huge force of demoness Siege Breakers Elite who let up a cheer FOR OUR QUEEN! behold Chaos said your army needed and You will be leading it against any resistance and you will be given your own armor for your needs a chance to fight for you and my sister! Nashala said I welcome it go down to the armory at once Nashala found herself putting on armor some Nameless where there getting themselves ready also they saluted as soon as they saw Nashala we will follow your command Nashala felt like she was the Queen with the army she had a small thing that questioned her mind aa  but that was soon answered My mistress Nashala said to the woman standing in a Siege Breaker uniform how has our Queen given permission for such a force? That is simply Chaos said pointing Nashala turned to see Sapphire standing there My Queen Nashala bowed again Rise Nashala Sapphire said I have granted you this army to bring back my last council member but do not forget who allowed you to have such a force I expect victory from you these women will follow your lead and I will check in from time to time to see how it goes Chaos and I expect great things from you so do not let me down yes my Queen I shall not disappoint you! The East Island will not hold akkara any longer! but before I go there are some weapons a general must be equipped with sure enough there where two swords waiting for there owner to pick them up Nashala picked up them and smiled they will kill many tribes for taking her away from me she said Sapphire had already gone See that it happens Chaos said before turning to leave your forces await your command to move out do not disappoint me or your queenalt
With that and now Nashala leading a force that would help with the capture of territory on the East island but there main focus was where akkara was being held a prison underground beside a fortress so the fortress would need to be sized first from what Nashala could understand that the area surrounding the Fortress was being fought over so her army arriving would be a welcome sight to assist the Generals already fighting but to keep the real reason why the army was raised to only a few key members in order to stop any attempts of akkara being moved now was the travel of such a force to the Island it would take a few days by sea only to arrive at the dockyards held by the Queens forces but as always a risk of being fired upon from the cliff edges that where always crawling with Batak
 
Mind yourself along the cliff's Nashala cautioned the archers in her boat as they made there way past the cliffs it was quiet along the coast for a change but that was soon interrupted as arrows began hitting the boats and women get down! a nameless archer said to Nashala who ducked as more arrows thundered into the boat hitting a woman square in the chest sending her flying over the boat side Return fire Nashala yelled Fire order's where heard along all the boats alta volley of arrows flew upwards towards the cliffs Nashala smiled on seeing a few Batak falling down to the rocks belowalt Die she thought you scum The boat was still taking heavy fire but it had lessened as they approached the end of the cliff the docks of the Queenalt now in sight as they continued are you alright a nameless officer asked Nashala who nodded I am fine we suffered minimal losses she said looking a few dead women laying in the boat a pity Nashala said but with that stepping off the boat finally off that thing Nashala frowned I hate boats there slow walking as a General approached Nashala she saw her coming over Hail she said bowing a I was informed that you would be arriving it is a honour to see you here a member of aa the council and advisory to our Queen here! I am here for a reason yes yes the General said I have been informed your army is to leave for the front as soon as you are off the boats and ready to leave the docks
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I will be joining you with my Wild Elite and other forces the General said looking behind her at the busy Fortress yard there where hundreds of women going about there duty's gathering weapons go and see to your forces then Nashala said I will let you know when we are ready of course the General said walking away
a demoness approached Nashala who is that general her armor is different to those around her what makes her so special that General is one of the few who have lasted and done great things for our army and forces Lissa Is her name and she has been rewarded for her services nether the less we have a lot to do of course Nashala left the docks and found Lissa again in the barracks You have quite the reputation around here Lissa smiled You are as ruthless as they say Nashala I look forward to seeing you in battle I am when I have to be Nashala replied how greater of a force do we have as a strong force to deal with anything the Tribe filth throw at us we will get your sister back Lissa said pointing at the map once you are ready to leave we shall travel to the fortress here and then from there assist in taking the fortress first then here is where akkara is being held my scouts and path finders have already said the battle taking place there is showing no signs of ending but our arrival will make a big impact good Nashala said looking at the map my sister will be free! she said tightening her fists and those who dare stand in my way will suffer!
 
a fair distance away Linn was addressing something troubling I saw scouts around the area near the ruins a panting south tribe had said This is not a issue another woman said there are always scouts in that area nothing ever comes from it the battle there has been going on for weeks now! Maybe so Linn said but we cannot risk the prisoner being released or worse Who is down there the woman said I hear its someone valuable it is of no concern to you Linn said we cannot risk information like this being released as far as the Queen filth know this fortress a is of no tactical advantage and it will remain that way Linn was unaware of the force of some size heading towards there position and by the time she knew something was wrong it would of been too late to even retreat or move akkara from her prison Freedom was the only thing on Nashala's mind and soon it would be so or she would die trying
 
We are ready to move on your order miss the officers are all ready and have there orders to assist the fighting we will go on your mark very well then Nashala smiled we shall move now Go and bring joy to those who see us arrive and fear to those who stand in our way!alt
it was a strange feeling walking with her army but Nashala was quite content with it so this is what it feels like she thought her bodyguard consisting of Siege Breakers and Nameless walked around her in silence there job was to protect Nashala with there lives above them demoness archers aa flew around aa there was no danger yet of any arrow fire as they where deep in Queen territory they would arrive at the battlefield in a few hours General Lissa had already moved to boost the forces fighting along the lines they would break of suddenly and advance on the fortress containing akkara with out little warning there would be no way the tribes would be able to move her without being spotted but the task of the fortress and guards within it would be of no easy feat they had ladders and siege towers to be made at a instant but there would be a constant threat of Batak archers and south tribe and guardian advances while such things would be constructed the sky was grey and overcast once more the marching was going quickly it was a rare chance for Nashala as she often traveled by flying but this was important to walk as her bodyguards could not also fly the weight of the Siege Breaker amour would be hard to even get off the ground let alone fly around but for once Nashala did not mind she had her thoughts elsewhere more so the upcoming battle she was unaware of the outcome but seeing her sister again watching as she walked the plants and grass dying in her wake she was much like Vashala and that her presence often killed living plants and other things it was one way the tribes could track the council members as normally where they where things died... Nashala a Wild Elite Path finder said Just ahead of us there's a battle taking place the General is also in the battle I saw her what should we do? We will assist them quickly now Nashala said the cheer of fighting going along the march sending the Wild Elite and Nameless in first to assist whatever remains of the army this General needed Go! Nashala heard as officers yelling to keep ranks as they charged around the corner unaware of what they would be running into almost instantly arrow fire began thundering down around them Shields Up almost the Nameless and Sige Breakers where instant in raising and following the Command the wild elite where slightly slower causing a few to be hit instantly cries of pain and shock echoed around Nashala she did not mind she quite enjoyed it stepping over the fallen women heading around the corner to see Tribe and South Tribes fighting the battle was far from over it seemed Nashala's forces had arrived just in time from what she could see the General right in the middle of the battle Charge! Nashala saw South Tribes advancing at a fast pace towards them Finally the first Tribe filth will die! dodging a spear thrust before pushing her sword into the south tribe die! Nashala roared knocking a blonde south tribe to the floor before cutting her throatalt
fighting there way towards the General who was down but alive Nashala had heard the tribes sound of retreat they had some time before the Batak would probably start shooting at the Queen's lines to pick off any survivors Nashala approached the downed General who was still alive with a arrow in her side and leg she saw Nashala and smiled it's a honor to see you! alt
*Cough* a General Lissa was right *cough* I hoped I would of seen you under better circumstances but Tell me what happened here We where told to fight for the ruins behind me as they are a good place to setup another Base Camp *cough* but the Tribe forces where stronger than expected victory was assured but with a surprise attack from a group of Guardians and South tribe Nashala bent down next to the General you have done well You have not failed your Queen nor me Nashala smiled some Death Seekers drifted over towards Nashala not saying a word as they approached before stopping orders? one of them aa said Tend to this General at once Nashala said bring her and any survivors to Nashala looked around hoping to spot the Generals camp where is your Camp General? Its now in the ruins we just captured she said trying to point General Lissa should be there her forces *cough* where flanking Bring her there then Nashala said to the Death Seekers I shall have a word with General Lissa
 
Sure enough Lissa was in the ruins sat down on the remains of a building she saw Nashala approach Greeting she said standing I am glad you made it safely You left that General to die at the ruins entrance Nashala snapped you could of gotten her killed I was certain she would live and she did the General said standing now You left her to die I did not the General said again how dare you accuse someone so loyal to the Queen of such a thing I can accuse do you know why? Nashala smiled I can see you for what you are General a coward and not worthy of a general title am I right? No That other General also know's your secret and you hoped she would die in that battle so it would be safe but I know it know and you are not going to stop me from freeing akkara are you Lissa frowned before grabbing her sword she was fast but Nashala was faster and without a moments pause she stabbed the General who slid down the ruins before landing on the floor die now Nashala said making sure she was deadalt
did you really have to kill a General? Chaos said appearing behind Nashala she was no General but a coward a fake fair enough Chaos said I guess that means your army is now bigger good news I am here to also tell you Linn is also present at this fortress you are due to attack soon and she still has some strange vendetta against you still?

Wonderful Nashala said standing Linn typical she would be here but no matter West Beserkers are not much of a threat Use caution Chaos said there will be some battles that need to be won before the fortress and Linn will stop at nothing to see you dead remember that yes Misstress Nashala said stepping over Lissa and walking off to see the Other General
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Today was a good battle, thought Little Panther as she scavenged across the sight of the great battle that had occurred three hours ago.

The young Dark Skin warrior walked amongst the bodies of her fallen sisters and the dead red skinned amazons that littered the ground outside the walls of the abandoned fortress her sisters had occupied after the women from the Kingdom across the ocean had been all killed off.

Her sisters were once three hundred strong, but they had lost twenty good sisters today as they defended the fortress walls from their neighboring rivals from a red skin clans who wanted the fortress as well. But the red skin amazons lost four hundred of their sisters, just trying to scale the wall and break the wooden door.

Little Panther was one of three of her sisters scavenging the fields in front of the wall. The two sisters were much older than Little Panther, who was still young and foolish. The teenager's breasts were still small, but she was old enough to be a warrior. Her hair was tied into several smaller braids that went passed her shoulders. She wore a loincloth that barely covered her front side, making her a easy target for lustful amazons, her petite frame left her even more exposed.

The young dark skin walked aways a way from the wall, approaching a cluster of dead red skins who had been carrying a ladder, but none of them made it far. Little Panther saw one dead Red skin, her age, who was neither thin not heavy but still beautiful, laying on her side, clutching her stomach where an arrow struck her.

Little Panther pushed the arm of a red skin off of the younger red skin's shoulder and flipped the dead girl on her back, removing the arrow, allowing the young dark skin to examine the body that was adorned in red war paint.

Grinning at her find, the dark skin pulled her flint knife out, and cut the dead girl's loincloth off and proceeded to fling the girl over her shoulder, and walked quickly back to the fortress with her prize.

That night: Little Panther was on the wall, looking out at the night covered plains with her older sisters, who she laughed with. All the while she say on her prize, enjoying the feeling of the red skin's skin touching her butt. When it was time for bed: she lay on top of the body, feeling the girl's hair and imagining her when she was alive.

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The next morning: Little Panther was awoken with one of her sister's shaking her shoulder urgently. Little Panther shook off her fatigue, grabbed her spear and stood up, looking over the wall that now had the bodies of some of the red skins and her sisters who died yesterday, acting as additional cover.

Standing beside her sister, who was heavy set and a year older than Little Panther: She saw a sight that made her, and all her sisters, blood run cold. Assembled before the fortress yards away were thousands of red skins. Little Panther swallowed as she flung her prize from the other day over the wall, stacking her on top of a red skin who had a mohawk.

When the chiefs of the thousand warriors signaled the warriors to attack: the sound of a large echoing war cry filled the air as the warriors, on foot and horse back, charged.

Little Panther and her heavy sister and their sisters on their wall stayed on their position on the walls, shooting arrows at the warriors that threatened to get close, knocking over ladders and women to the ground.

Eventually however Little Panther's heavy sister ran out of arrows, forcing the fat woman to drop her bow and go over to a near by spear rack and pickup a spear. Only for a red skin woman to manage to climb up the wall while Little Panther and the rest of her sisters on the wall were busy and run up behind her, and smash a hatchet into the back of the fat woman' shoulders. The fat woman screamed, alerting Little Panther, who sent an arrow into the red skin's throat. Both the fat woman and the red skin fell to the floor, the red skin laying on top of her victim.

With the death of their fat, but beautiful, sister: more dark skinned sisters began to die as they became overwhelmed. Even with the arrival of the chief to their wall was not enough. With only six sisters left on the wall, Little Panther became frightened, hiding behind the red skin's body she had collected yesterday, she felt a strong hand grab her, she looked to see it was her chief, a young and brash chief that had gotten all of her sisters into this mess. She was bald but wore a feather headdress.

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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.

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(This will be edited over time)

Amazonia: A world inhabited by only female humanoids.

in one region of Amazonia: the entire continent is largely inhabited by tribes of fierce and proud, and beautiful, Amazon women. These tribes of women wear mostly loin clothes made of animal fur or cloth. Likely this piece of clothing is the only clothing she will wear her entire life. Chieftesses of a tribe will wear headdresses of feathers, to symbolize their status As the one leader of her clan. But this status can be short lived: as any woman I the tribe can kill the Chieftess for the headdress and the role of Chieftess. When killed: the new Chieftess parades around her tribe, carrying the corpse of the past chief, and keeping her body as a trophy. 

Beauty is respected above all else in Amazonia. Both in life and in death. When a Amazon dies: likely an Amazon will lay the corpse down and indulge in a night of pleasures with the body, allowing the spirit to move on. A enemy warrior may take the body of her fallen for and use it for her own purposes: whether this is giving her her final rites, flipping the body over to use her butt as a cover or draping the body over her horse.

Warfare was common among tribes. But raids were likely to be weekly. A single tribe would raid their neighbors for non-warriors, the desire to scalp a warrior or the desire to count a coup. Before a raid or conflict: young unmarried non-warrior women stripped themselves of their loin clothes and wore beads around their waist and would dance in front of her warrior sisters hopefully leading to her first night of pleasure. The next morning: warriors adorned themselves in war paint and rode off to battle. In battle: amazons use their stone hatchets, bows and arrows and other tribal weapons. 

The hope of warriors young and old: was that if they were to die, they would lay dead beautifully.

Marriage between two women was not judged by age. A girl could marry a woman far older than her. Marriage regarding a Chieftess allowed her to take multiple wives. 

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Jason headed down the streets making sure to go slow enough that all of the bells would have already rung in class. He savored the look of his lifeless mother laying in the kitchen floor in her pajamas as he walked.

Jason stayed back until he knew that all of the final bells had rang waiting. He kept his eyes focused up ahead toward the school. He looked up ahead as one of the late arriving teachers stepped out of her car in the parking lot where other than her it was completley bare. Jason kept his eyes up ahead as Ms Kennedy bent over inside of her car going through something her brown heel dangling off of her foot a bit as she did.

Jason made his way up toward the womans car "hello ms Kennedy" he said looking at her.

Miss Kennedy jumped a bit as she turned around from her car "oh goodness! you scared me" she said with a laugh and then stared at him for a moment surprised after se realized who it was that had spoken "Jason?" she asked shocked that he had actually talked "um hello" she said with a smile "aren't you going to be late honey?"

Jason shook his head "no maam i'm going in now just wanted to say hello" he said slowly turning to walk toward the school.

Ms Kennedy smiled "oh um okay honey have a good day" she said turning back toward her car and bending over as she reached inside.

Jason turned back toward the woman she she leaned inside her car slowly pulling out a cord from his pocket. Lunging forward Jason wrapped the cord tightly around her throat.

Ms Kennedy gasped stumbling back as she felt the pressure of Jason squeezing her throat with the cord "jas..jas what are..."she choked out clawing at his hands at her throat. 

Jason smiled lightly watching the woman struggle noting the color of her face turning a shade of red.

Ms Kennedy gagged trying to pull at the cord as she struggled one of her brown heels flying off "plees..." she choked some saliva escaping her lips down her chin as she fought for air.

Jason smiled reaching over and closing the womans car door and pulling her over closer to it. Quickly Jason grabbed her by the hair roughly and then slammed her head through the door window.

Ms Kennedys head smashed through the glass window her hair whipping around. 

Jason smiled letting go of her hair looking at her body hanging half out of the car window. Her head and arms dangling inside the car her legs limp outside of it. Jason looked down at her one wrinkled sole and reached over grabbing her brown heel that had come off sliding it back on to her foot before grabbing her. Jason pulled her legs up in the air and oushed them through the window leaving her body curled up inside the car limp.

Jason smiled heading toward the school building.

 

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Jason sat back in his seat quietly as his math teacher stood up in front of the class speaking. He just kept his eyes locked on her from a distance. Mrs Watson a very strict teacher that was the type to pop out a test at any time a not care if you failed. Jason had been imagining wrapping his hands around her neck since he began going to school here. Jason was a very quiet kid unaturally so. The boy or rather man by his looks never spoke a word in class which caused the other students to fin dhim quite odd. For the most part with how large he was standing at 6"5 and around 278 pounds of beefy/muscular frame most stayed away from him though they would insult him from afar. They didn't think that he heard them but he did. The teachers where no better than them either. Jason wasn't the smartest kid around and most of them picked at him with how slow he was working. All of that was about to change soon.....

"Jason...Jaosn! pay attention" Ms Watson exclaimed slapping his desk "I don't know about you sometimes" she said shaking her head and walking back to the board.

Jason had already begun planning things out and was ready for what was about to come. As the bell rang he got up and walked out of the classroom simply smiling as he listened even closer than usual to the other students in the halls whisper about him. He then walked into his next classroom ahead of all the the other students.

"Jason hey sweetey" Ms Belle said in her soft kind voice. Ms Belle was the exact oppisate of Ms Watson. She was the only teacher that Jason had who actually seemed to care about students. When she would notice other students whispering or talking about him she would make sure to make them stop. She would also try any way she could to help Jason allowing him as much time as he needed. She had even offered him many times kindly to eat lunch with her so he wouldn't be alone. She was a bit younger than most of the other teachers as well.

Jason simply walked into the classrrom his expression remaining the same and sat down in his seat.

 

The next day was finally time for everything to come into place. Jason stood inside of his house with a smile on his face that morning. He had been waiting and wanting this for so long and it was time. He listened as his mother Sally called out for him to come to breakfast. Jason was an only child and his father wasn't around only his mother. He walked down the stairs toward the kitchen.

"good morning honey" his mother said with a smile washing a dish in the sink before turning around and scooping up some eggs that she had just cooked placing them on a plate for him "sleep good?" she asked.

Jason just walked to the table and nodded "yes" he said sitting down at the chair picking at the eggs. Jason watched as his mother smiled and then waited watching as she turned around back toward the sink to the dishes. He looked her up and down from her brown hair from her pink and white pajamas she was still in to her bare feet. Jason could feel the feeling washing over him as things were finally about to get started.

Sally tilted her head to the side a bit as she continued washing a dish hearing something behin her. She laughed lightly "aren't you going to finish your food before you leave honey?" she asked not turning around. She scrunched her eyes a bit as Jason didn't answer "honey?" she asked against "hone....guhhhh!".

Jason slowly moved up and behind his mother and then grabbed around her throat roughly. 

"Jason!...kuhhh" she choked grabbing at her throat a plate crashing to the ground "wha...what are you doing.." she gagged.

Jason squeezed his mothers throat tightly moving his eyes over toward the filled up sink water running in it. He pushed her forward roughly dipping her face down into the water and holding it under.

"guuug...mmmm.gggguuuug" Sallys eyes widened under the water as she choked struggling for air. 

Jason watched as his moms arms flailed around trying to push him off her bare feet kicking around.

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This is one I wrote awhile ago! It was originally all-male, and admittedly not human males, but I edited it for content and came up with this. If there's any gender-confusion (him/his/he's showing up), that's why!

I hope you guys like it! And you can thank Zoey for inspiring me to post at least this story, if not more in the future. :)

If people want it, I'll post the original, but will only do it on request since it's off-topic from the site!

Story (c) me <3

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The sun beat down on the bare stone arena, as unfeeling and harsh as the girls that stood amidst the blowing sands of the arena floor. They stood resolute, unafraid, and hungry for battle.

“We who are about to die, salute you!” came the shout; each warrior lifted their weapon and spoke in unison. The crowd, a motley assembly of paupers, nobles and merchants, shouted back.

There were twenty fighters in all, their shapes and sizes as varied as the clothing and armor they had selected for ther bout. Some stood nude, their nipples erect and as hard as the weapons they held in their hands. Others wore simple loincloths, barely concealing their own aching flesh. The fight was to the death and as the assembled warriors turned to face each other, each knew that only one of them would leave the arena alive. Around the circular battlefield hung the heads of defeated gladiators, their tongues lolling and eyes closed in eternal repose; soon, nineteen more would grace the walls of the arena, a fitting end for a disgraced combatant.

One stood taller than most, her short black fur only highlighting the lean curves of her muscles in the noon-day sun. Each muscle had been earned with blood and sweat, the girl a statue carved by the arena and each nick and scar in her hide was worn with honour. She had forgotten her own name long ago, however, the years slaying her memories like a sharpened blade.

“Vindicem! Vindicem! Vindicem!”

The crowd chanted their name for her as she readied herself, bending to mutter a soft prayer to the gods before standing tall once more. The others had spread out, forming a ring with their backs to their walls and their eyes on each other. Bodies swayed in anticipation and breaths were held as they all waited for the word that would start the match.

“Macto”

The single word threw the whole building into a frenzy. The gladiators began to move immediately. The stink of fear was rich in the raven haired barbarian’s nostrils as she eyed her opponents, most of them avoiding her gaze in fear that she would choose them as her first target. It was a young looking brunette who threw the first swing, however. The girl, perhaps nineteen years of age, wore only a short silken loincloth which hung delicately between her legs. her gladius was short, not unlike the girl’s legs, but as she lunged towards a nude blonde, the barbarian was surprised to see the brunette wielded it with skill. Others began their fights in short order; the crash of steel on steel was dwarfed only by the roar of the crowd. The barbarian had learned to use the audience to her advantage; they had a clearer view than she did, and their reactions were all she needed to know the flow of the battle, when blood was spilled, and when a fighter fell.

It wasn’t long before the bloodlust of the crowd drew a deafening roar as the first gladiator fell. A stalwart nubian, nude save for the pair of hatchets she wielded, feinted around the guard of an inexperienced pict. The dark-skinned nubian’s hatchet struck true, landing with a meaty thud into the gut of the horrified warrior. The pict’s cream filled the air, barely a whisper to the ears of any but the closest fighters as the crowd thrilled at the sight. The nubian grinned at the sound, basking in both the scream and the crowd’s response, though she didn’t pause to appreciate her kill. A strike with the second hatchet silenced the pict as it landed in her neck, throwing her down into the dust of the arena with wide eyes and a raspy hacking cough which soon trailed off into silence. The arena sands had tasted their first blood of the match, and it wanted more.

The barbarian had already found her first target. A feline-like redhead had decided to stay off to the side, and now drew the barbarian’s gaze.

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Keiko shooting up the barefooted schoolgirl gangsters

This story is inspired this picture by MikeA that he recently reposted. I thought it was unfortunate that none of the girls even got a chance to fight back, so I wrote up a "context" explaining how this happened and providing a less one-sided aftermath, when MikeA's assassin Keiko faces Junko, the leader of these barefooted schoolgirl gangsters...

Keiko versus Junko

Junko's short skirt and long, black hair flared as she leaped yet another fence. She did not pause, continuing her sprint toward the ambush site. The girl was dressed in the short-sleeved white sailor blouse, presently soaked in sweat and clinging to her firm, braless breasts, and a dark blue skirt: the uniform of the Madam Fukisuki Memorial High School, where she was a Senior. It had been modified into her gang uniform: the blouse cut to only slightly below her ribs, showing off her washboard abs, the skirt shortened to defy even the Fukisuki High's already permissive dress code by an inch or two, and the socks and the shoes removed, the toughened soles of her bare feet propelling her down the street and into the city block's interior.

Her eyes widened as the rattle of gunfire reached her, echoing through the city block. She was too late. She rounded a corner in time to see the last of her gang's Senior class, known as the "Berserker Bitches of Fukisuki High," collapse in a hail of gunfire emanating from the twin machine pistols wielded by their leather-clad owner, their supposed target.

She stood there in her high-heeled leather boots, blasting away, her expression clinical, neither worried nor relieved, her aim steady and deadly despite the recoil. Junko's gang's machine pistols -- the ones that the yakuza had given them the day before as an advance payment for eliminating this assassin, Keiko -- lay scattered on the concrete sidewalk, dropped by their new owners, who were very much surprised when their new guns failed to shoot, moments before they were methodically riddled by the much more functional weapons of their target. In retrospect, the deal had been too good to be true: a dozen hard to smuggle, expensive guns, with no strings attached, just for killing one solitary woman, with all the details of how to do it handed to them. Junko did not know exactly how they had rigged the guns to work one day and fail the next; nor did she care. All she knew was that the yakuza must have known that the gang had no place to test-fire the guns the morning of the attack, and that this Keiko was not the real target: Junko and her gang were. Alas, she had figured the ploy out too late, and despite her mad dash, she was not able to warn them in time.

Her girls -- no: her friends -- had been so cheerful and optimistic as they were heading out of the gang's improvised HQ to execute their first real hit, brandishing their new arms, their ticket to the big leagues they felt they had earned, having proven their mettle against other street gangs. And, to Junko, at least, the saddest cut of all was that they could have probably succeeded in taking out the leather-clad hitwoman, if they had eschewed the guns and gone in with the weapons they had trained to use: knives, chains, baseball bats, or even just their bare fists and bare feet. One or two (perhaps even Junko herself) might have had to sacrifice themselves to pull it off, but the gang had courage, loyalty, and camaraderie enough. Instead, lulled into overconfidence by their new guns and surprised and demoralized when they did not fire, they were massacred like a bunch of helpless schoolgirls.

Keiko fired her last burst at the ambushed gang girls, and looked down the alley, now strewn with the twitching sailor-suited barefooted bodies: the entire Senior class of the gang. She shifted her guns to aim at the newcomer. Junko was looking back at her, panting, involuntary tears flowing down her cheeks, her bangs matted to her forehead. The girl clenched her teeth, a growl rising in her throat. She grabbed the switchblade concealed in the waistband of her skirt and rushed at the hitwoman. Keiko frowned and pulled the trigger, her pistols obediently sending bursts of death at the charging schoolgirl. Three bloody holes exploded on her exposed abdomen as bullets impacted. Another splattered into her groin, staining her white panties crimson. Junko grunted and folded a little, pushed back by the sheer momentum of the bullets, but then straightened out, once again rushing at the hitwoman, the same growl rising in her throat. Keiko fired another burst and each of Junko's breasts bounced from a bullet impact, blood splattering over her white blouse, with the third bullet leaving a deep cut in her upper arm. The girl felt nothing amid the adrenaline and the heartache and her bare feet kept pumping, her eyes fixated on the hitwoman, lips parted in a grimace, her knife's blade and her lifeblood glistening in the bright noonday sun.

Keiko's machine pistols clanked, their slides locking open, their ammunition exhausted. The wounded girl reached striking range, and the hitwoman leaned back to avoid a high roundhouse kick, which nevertheless swept her empty guns out of her hands. Not skipping a beat, Junko followed it up with a horizontal swipe of her blade that cut into the hitwoman's bodice and left a thin line of crimson on her flesh. That swipe was followed by another and another, and Keiko's heels beat a staccato on the pavement as she backed off under the girl's furious and relentless assault. She twisted out of the way of yet another swipe of Junko's blade, and used the momentum to pivot and knee her shorter opponent in the side. Junko barely grunted as she staggered back a step, and thrust her blade at Keiko. But Keiko had drawn a combat knife from a sheath in her boot before returning her foot to the ground. Catching her enraged opponent's wrist, the leather-clad hitwoman pulled her in and thrust her own knife out, letting the barefooted girl impale herself, the serrated blade tearing into her gut, to the hilt. Junko let out a gurgling moan and once again pushed forward, trying to bring the point of her knife down toward Keiko, her impaled abs grinding against Keiko's knife hand and forcing Keiko to once again back up to avoid falling on her back.

Keiko's back hit a wall and, in her surprise, she let the blade drift closer to her throat. Junko put both hands her switchblade's hilt and pressed on, trying to force it down. With nowhere to retreat, Keiko let go of her own knife, grabbing the girl's other wrist as Junko put her whole weight down on the knife. Their faces less than a foot apart, Keiko may have even felt something like genuine fear as she watched her opponent's enraged stare and her grimace of pain and exertion: even as blood flowed abundantly between her lips and her shirt and skirt were likewise soaking in it as her many bullet wounds sapped her strength and even as Keiko's shifting knife tore up her belly, the crazed girl was somehow managing to make the blade drift toward Keiko.

But Keiko was not going to be killed by this amateur. The girl's exertions had caused her to almost lift herself off the ground, her feet losing traction. With a grunt of effort of her own, Keiko shoved at Junko's hands even as she let the blade come down, redirecting it into Junko's own chest. The girl could do nothing as switchblade swung around and jammed hard into her sternum. Her eyes widening more from surprise than pain, she staggered back two steps, her hands releasing the knife that was now sticking out between her breasts. Looking down with the same puzzled expression, she put one hand on it, and pulled on it gingerly, as if trying to remove it. Still pulling on it, she took a step toward Keiko, then tipped forward against the taller woman, vomiting blood over her chest before sliding down her body and collapsing on the ground in a heap.

Keiko looked down at herself, her own adrenaline subsiding and the shallow but painful cuts her dying opponent had managed to inflict making themselves known. "What a hellcat," she grumbled, suddenly appreciating just why the yakuza went to such great lengths to set up these Berserker Bitches of Fukisuki High rather than take them head-on, "She better not have rabies or some shit..."

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