dezdimona Posted July 11, 2008 Share Posted July 11, 2008 The dead covered the battle field. The smell of blood, urine and feces added to the stench permeating the air. The Amazonian warrior scanned the battlefield with a trained eye. The dead and the dying lay for as far as she could see. The carrion eaters had begun to gather, and clouds of flies darkened the air above the bodies. She wretched heavily, but her stomach was as empty as the eyes of the dead that lay about her. She stooped and searched a few of the bodies, retrieving water and dried venison from the pouches she searched. She drank heartily and bit off a chunk of the dried meat. She wandered over to a small rock outcropping and sat. Vultures filled the sky and the feast would soon begin. She bled from a score of wounds, but none were life neither threatening nor required much attention. She stood, outstretched her arms and yelled at the top of her lungs, a warrior’s cry...the cry of one who had survived the onslaught of her enemies. She eyed her scarred body and laughed. Only 22 summers old and the testimonial of her combat finesse read like a scroll on her skin. She drank again and once more sat down.Friends and lovers had died here today, and the memories of both good and intimate times flooded her emotions. No tears filled her eyes. The amazons showed no emotion at such things. Battle and love making were the elements that moved her only.She rested, drinking and eating, her strength returning, the ache in her muscled body easing. And then she heard it. The faintest of sounds carried on the breeze.She raised her head slowly and sniffed the air. A grin widened on her blood and dirt encrusted face. She was not aloneShe listened intently to the sounds carried on the breeze. She remained in a crouch, and made her way carefully around the outcropping. Then the screams filled the air. They had come from over the small rise to the east. She drew here sword and hurried toward the agonized wails emanating from that direction. As she crested the small rise, her eyes fell upon three men and the woman they had lashed to a small barren tree. Each was talking turns cutting her with the small knives they each held. Breaking into a run, she screamed the cry that raised her fury to blood lust. She was upon them in an instant, as the closest turned and swung wildly at her. She ducked, rolled and swung with a vicious backhand that cut through the back of her foes knees with the sounds of tendons and ligaments snapping like rotted branches on a tree.He fell with a scream of his own. Jumping quickly to her feet, she knocked aside the sword that the second man had swung in a downward arc at the spot she had been only a second ago. Caught completely off balance by his mistimed attack, he watched helplessly as his sword sailed from his hand, and cringed as the demoness who had assailed him and his two partners, finished her counter with a devastating blow to his head. Not waiting to see the outcome of her blow to the second man, knowing that he had died instantly. She turned quickly raising her sword crossways in front of her catching the blow from the third man.The clang of steel on steel assaulted her ears, as her blade snapped and she was driven backwards and to the ground by the fierceness of the attack. She sensed more than saw the blade’s downward descent toward her. Only instinct and years of training, saved her life as she rolled to the left enough for the blade to miss her and strike the ground removing only a few locks of her hair.Reacting like a wild animal, she swung her left arm back and wrapped it around the sword arm of her foe and at that same instant with her left foot she delivered a crushing kick to his right kidney. The yelp of pain brought a momentary smile to her face as she rolled further to her right, snapping the third mans wrist bones.The sword fell from his hand, and in a move that was blindingly fast, she was up and grabbing his hair, she pulled down and drove the man’s face into her upwardly speeding knee. The crunch of bone and the spray of blood made her yell with glee as he fell stunned to his knees, blood pouring from his mouth and one time nose.....Raising her foot, she kicked the kneeling man in the side of the head. He collapsed with a grunt. She bent and retrieved the man's blade. Her mouth opened in awe.This was a true warriors blade, light but strong, and of a balance she had only dreamed might exist.How this son of a jackal had obtained it, was anyone’s guess .Mercenaries...the thought made her anger rise again.honorless pigs, who fought only for money and for the highest bidder. The cruelest of the cruel, and without pity or remorse. The whimpering sounds from the other woman brought her from her thoughts. She approached the tree and then stopped in shock. Tied to the tree was another Amazon, her body tattoos told that much; or what was left of them did. Those men had not merely been cutting her, they had been skinning her alive! She approached the tormented form. Slumped and shaking, the woman was a nightmare to behold. She stopped in front of the hideous one time warrior woman. “Tell me your name”, she asked of the form, “Wilfreda”, the woman whispered, then coughed and spat blood. I am called Astrianna, and I will free you". Drawing her dagger, she placed the tip between the ribs of the helpless dying woman. “Sleep well sister, and know that of the three who did this, one is already food for the beasts, and the other two will wish they had died on the battle field". With that she pushed the blade into the beating heart of the woman she knew not personally, but shared a bond with none the less.She left the dagger imbedded in the others chest. To die at the hand of her own kind was a fitting end.She pulled the woman’s dagger from it's sheath. It was crusted with blood and bits of flesh. Astrianna turned. Her brief moment of compassion and lament for her sister gone in an instant. “You like being butchers, so be it!” The man who couldn't walk wouldn't go far dragging his worthless legs. She looked to the semi-conscience one."Yes, spawn of a dog and a angel, you will beg for death this day".A huge smile spread across her face as she approached the man on the ground.Astrianna walked over to the man on the ground. Kneeling, she looked to his face, then to the dagger in her hand.She laid the point gentle against the space between his kneecap and his leg.“I know you can hear me dog”, and rammed the blade under the kneecap and twisted. The scream that erupted from the man's lips was primeavel. He sat upright with a start, only to meet the vicious punch to his ruined nose head on.His head snapped back and he fell backwards again.Astrianna smiled and laid the point by the left kneecap.In the distance she could hear the scavengers fighting over the spoils of the dead bodies. Again the blade was rammed home, and again a scream split the air.Moans and sobs now rambled from the mercenary’s lips. She moved her left knee onto his right arm. “For what you did to my sister today, you will suffer not only pain, but you'll remain alive as the jackals tear at your guts”. The dagger flashed in the light of the setting sun as she drove the blade into the shoulder and pulled down, severing tendons and ligaments, but stopping short of the life carrying artery that ran down the arm. Another pitiful scream tore through the night, but this one not as loud, and a raspy quality had been added from the tormented vocal cords.She stood, stepped over the body and knelt on the left arm.The man's pleading fell on deaf ears. She leaned forward and stared into his eyes. “Coward” she whispered, “The dogs in the field have more honor than you!”. And again the blade descended. And again a horrific scream filled the darkening sky. She stood and tossed the dagger to the ground. Twilight was closing in and she had another son of a angel to deal with.He lay face down, and as she approached close, she stopped. Her anger grew and fell upon the body, rolling it over.“male without a father”, she screamed, as she looked at the knife protruding from his chest. “Pig, coward, you would not even die like a man” She spit in his face, arose, looked back at the whimpering form on the ground, and at the two jackals approaching the helpless form stealthily. She smiled, and headed into the night. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
doomjockey Posted July 11, 2008 Share Posted July 11, 2008 Say, that was pretty brutal. This Astrianna sounds like my type of woman. :thumbsup: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezdimona Posted July 11, 2008 Author Share Posted July 11, 2008 Thankyou,true weapon combat is brutal and I strive for realism! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
reaper13 Posted July 23, 2008 Share Posted July 23, 2008 great Story.if you want we could have her meet wildfire. He's a bit more disciplined and brutal but I think that they'd get along fine. I left out the gory parts but it WILL get messy Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dezdimona Posted July 23, 2008 Author Share Posted July 23, 2008 great Story.if you want we could have her meet wildfire. He's a bit more disciplined and brutal but I think that they'd get along fine. I left out the gory parts but it WILL get messyAn interesting idea. I'm writing another part to my story at the moment, but a collaboration might be just the thing. Thankyou for your comment also....Dezi Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marxist ßastard Posted July 24, 2008 Share Posted July 24, 2008 The dead covered the battle field. The smell of blood, urine and feces added to the stench permeating the air son of a jackal honorless pigs spawn of a dog and a angel dog male without a father pig cowardDon't worry, I'm sure he'll remember next time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sabya123 Posted September 27, 2008 Share Posted September 27, 2008 wow !!! O.O now tht's something . reminds me of BLOOD RAYNE a bit . cool story , astrianna kinda becoming a one hot killing mechine . :thumbsup: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necromancer G Posted September 27, 2008 Share Posted September 27, 2008 <licking lips> ....I can actually say I thought I was there, watching her, hoping she would let me help her and other things. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tyreil829 Posted September 27, 2008 Share Posted September 27, 2008 off topic- i wonder if Garrett is turned on by Dezi hehe on topic nice one dezi its a very unique story Sheppard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Necromancer G Posted September 28, 2008 Share Posted September 28, 2008 off topic- i wonder if Garrett is turned on by Dezi hehe on topic nice one dezi its a very unique story SheppardYes very much so Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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