Talk:Amazoness/@comment-70.55.145.48-20160204192235

Inside their village, a gathering of more amazonesses, adult and toddler. They all look at the one man the leader manage to drag all the way from his camp. They cheer, knowing he was a fighter unlike the previous ones. She throws him at the middle, with his broken weapon, telling him to demonstrate his skill so that the others know how strong she his.

He picks up his broken sword and goes at her, while also looking at the enemies' homeland, where feeble and weak men look from the houses, either cleaning or cooking. All of them with a look of sorrow in their eyes, as if to say 'another one...'. He is startled by this. Is that his fate? To be a slave of the one who had beaten him down and was not humiliating him in front of their peers?

His thought was interrupted by a claymore slap to his left side, breaking more of his armor and fracturing his ribs. The spectactors cheer at approuval os strength from the one fighting him. She declares herself as the owner of this warrior, throwing her weapon away and walking toward him.

He cannot run, let alone stand.To be made slave by them, he cannot accept, a fate worse than death.Picking the remains of his sword, he points it at her. She laughs and continues her walk to him. But then, she stops...For he now had the blade pressing against his throat. The cheers turn to disdraught as they all plead for him to stop, esecially the leader. He ignores them and presses his blade, puncturing himself.

The leader rushes to him, but too late, he died on the spot...