The Plough Girl Squadron, part 3 
by Diana the Valkyrie

I'd accompanied Milly and Tatiana on their patrols, now it was the
turn of Anastasia (call me Tash). Tash is, according to our records,
seven feet five. You and I have to watch where we put our feet, to
avoid tripping over objects. Tash also has to watch out for things
attached to the ceiling, otherwise she'd be for ever bashing her
head on light fittings, smoke detectors, and anything else dangling
from above.

I'm 4 feet 11, so as far as I'm concerned, Tash's head is in
the clouds.  Lucky for me, though - plough girls seem to fall for
short weedy guys, so as long as I keep my weight down to a lissom
84 pounds, I'm quids in.

so we were patrolling along Albuquerque street, and Tash grabbed
my hand.  "Don't look back," she said, "but we're in a fight." I
didn't look back, but there were four toughs in front of us spread
across the sidewalk.  Waiting for us, and carrying baseball bats. And
I guessed there were more behind us.

I wanted to run, because at 4 foot 11 I don't like to get into
fights, because I get trashed. But I didn't, because I felt that
I was probably safer with a plough girl than on my own. But then
she said "Stay there, don't move" and she took off towards the guys
waiting for us.

With her long legs, she must have been pushing 30 mph as she
sprinted towards them. And she held out her hands to show that she
was unarmed.  "We can talk this out, guys, you're all in the Blues
and Greys gang, right?" she shouted. So then I looked behind me
and there were six more thugs walking purposefully towards me.

I got out my phone and called Olga. "We're in trouble," I said,
"Ten guys. Help!" "Where are you?" "Albuquerque and twelfth." "I'm
on my way." I didn't ask her how long it would take - she'd get here
when she got here, and then it would be two plough girls against
ten guys, which looked a lot better than Tash against ten.

Tash reached the four guys in just a few seconds, and it turned out
that she wasn't there to talk, because she leaped into the air like
a ballet dancer, and kicked one of the men in the head. Then she
brought up her other foot and knocked out another guy. She landed
on both feet, and surged forward, planting one of her fists in the
belly of the third guy and with the other she slapped the fourth
guy on the side of the head.

It doesn't take more than one blow from a plough girl to put a
man out of action, so she knew that was all she needed to do. She
used the fourth guy as reaction mass to reverse her direction of
movement. She planted both her feet on his upper thigh and pushed
hard, which reversed her direction of movement and, as a side effect,
sent him spinning into the road, where he was nearly killed by a
passing truck.

So now Tash was racing back towards me like a flying tiger. "Stay
there," she said as she passed me, and I turned and watched as she
ran towards danger. Towards six guys who knew just how dangerous she
was, and weren't going to be fooled by the "empty hand" gesture. But
Tash had another trick in her repertoire. She jumped over them.

They were about six feet tall; Tash could clear eight feet, and
landed behind them, and attacked them from there. Before they could
turn round and face this threat from behind, she gave two of them
kidney punches, bam bam, illegal under boxing rules, but this wasn't
a game. A high kick sent another one reeling, and now Tash was one
against three, good odds for a plough girl.

One of them swung his baseball bat, but Tash leaned back so it
sliced through empty air. but the impetus of the swing brought him
too close to her lethal legs, one of the flashed out and up and
his head nearly left his shoulders.

The remaining two, if they had any sense, would have run - but
they thought that they still had a chance. Tash grabbed one of the
baseball bats as it came towards her, and tugged it forward. The
tough had the choice, hold on or let go. He let go, not wanting
to get any closer to her than he could help.  but that didn't help
him. She continued to hold the bat by the thick end, and jabbed it
forward into his gut. He went down immediately, in agony.  Tash was
just finishing off the last thug when Olga rode up on her Harley. She
got off, looked round, and headed for me. I was shaking like a leaf
in a November gale. She picked me up and held me against her body,
and told me to calm down, "Sweetie, it's all over, don't be scared."

The feel of her strong arms round me, and her voluptuous body hard
against mine, made me feel a lot safer. She jiggled me up and down
a bit while she looked over the scene of devastation that Tash had
caused. "It looks like you handled it just fine," she observed. Tash
replied "Ten guys, but they didn't coordinate, so I could deal with
them one or two at a time."  Olga nodded. "Tash, you know what you
have to do now?" Tash sighed.  "I know," she said.


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