The Patrol
by Motif 
An amazon ambush
Update: 08/11/1997 to misc3

The tall amazon captain led her weary squad the gently downward sloping 
trail toward the defile that signaled the last leg of their journey back 
to the city gates. Red light from the setting sun made their brass shin 
guards glow redly as they marched, seven pairs of sandal clad feet 
dragging on the trail, kicking up dust into the hot evening air. The 
ground began to rise on either side of the them and Gyoa raised her free 
hand to halt the small troop, the snarling panther tattooed on her 
muscular arm leaping into sharp relief as she waved her patrol to a 
stop. "All right." she barked, her sharp green eyes surveying the six 
tired looking amazon soldiers, "Who want to go 'point'?" A collective 
groan arose from the six soldiers. Gyoa raised her spear to point at a 
woman standing near the back. "Gisla!" she snapped, singling out the 
youngest member of the troop. "You take the lead." While the slender 
blonde woman moved to the fore, the patrol leader pointed her weapon at 
a deep breasted brunette leaning on her spear. "Eloa, you head the 
collumn. Then me, and the rest of you follow." she ordered. With a 
resigned sigh young amazon unslung her shield and tightened her grip on 
her spear, her trim athletic body aching from the long march. The patrol 
was Gisla's first and her crossed spears tattoo was still fresh on her 
forearm. She brushed back a hank of fine ash blond hair that had fallen 
from beneath the rim of her leather helmet and prepared to lead the 
troop down the narrow defile, her soft grey eyes scanning the shadowy 
trail apprehensively. Eloa had been disappointed that they'd seen no 
sign of Lyskaria's mercenaries. They'd made a wide sweep of the rough 
broken land to the west of the city, almost staying out longer than was 
absolutely safe and they'd be lucky to make the city before nightfall. 
Now, like the rest of her comrades, the brown haired amazon was foot 
sore and tired and looking forward to spending the night behind the 
safety of the city walls. Gyoa barked the order to march and the young 
amazon quickened her pace until she was a good dozen meters ahead of the 
advancing collumn. Falling back into marching pace, Gisla kept her gaze 
fixed on the trail ahead, her pretty soft featured face alert for the 
slightest hint of movement. Behind her Eloa trudged at the head of the 
column, her bronze skinned muscular limbs sweat shiny in the fading 
light. The patrol leader followed behind the broad shouldered soldier, 
almost a head taller than the tallest of the women she led. A pair of 
dark haired amazons followed behind her, Allette and Marusia, sisters 
whose almost identical good looks made them difficult to tell apart. 
Next to last was the bulky form of Noria, her broad thickly muscled 
frame lumbering tiredly along the trail, the butt end of her spear 
dragging in the dust. Cellia, the troop's runner, brought up the rear of 
the small column, her smoothly muscled legs moving easily despite the 
long march. As the last soldier entered the shadowy gap a pair of crows 
cruised overhead, their shiny black eyes intent on the a spot of ground 
near the far end of the defile... 

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The trail running through the defile widened and the blonde soldier 
slowed her pace, carefully scanning the high rocky slopes on either 
side. But when no enemy ambusher showed herself, Gisla let out the 
breath she'd been holding and increased her pace, sure that the rest of 
the trail was deserted as well. The round hide covered shield weighed 
heavily on the young amazon's arm and it had gradually slipped down to 
her side as she walked. A dozen yards back Eloa marched at the column's 
head, the sweat slick slopes of her heavy brown breasts heaving beneath 
her low cut tunic as she trudged along. Her mind dulled with exhaustion, 
the wide shouldered amazon failed to see the cord stretched across the 
dusty trail until it leapt out of the dust, sudden taut. A flurry of 
sand burst before the startled soldier and a spear shot out of the 
ground, tied to a springy length of green wood, and plunged squarely 
into her midriff before she could draw a breath. Eloa's own spear was 
jarred from her hands as the booby trap skewered her curvaceous body and 
she let out a hoarse gasp of pain and horror, the breath brutally driven 
from her body by the spear's impact. Her soft brown eyes were squeezed 
into painfilled slits as she stared down at the length of wood 
protruding from just below her sternum, gazing at it as if it had 
appeared their by some malevolent magic. Somehow, Eloa kept her feet as 
she grasped at the spear, shock waves of agony thrumming through her 
trembling body. Gisla spun around at the sound of the well hidden trap 
springing from the ground. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight 
of her suddenly wounded comrade and she didn't see the thin naked woman 
crawling from beneath the shadow of a nearby boulder, a long bladed 
dagger clutched in one grimy hand. Before the young amazon could move to 
help her stricken comrade the ambusher was upon her, her blade flashing 
down into the blond soldier's back. Gisla let out a high pitched shriek, 
pain electrifying her slender pale skinned frame. Her spear and shield 
flew from her hands as the raised them convulsively, her back arching 
sharply as her assailant yanked the blade out. As if in response to the 
stricken young amazons scream, enemy warriors erupted from their hiding 
places along the rock strewn slopes, adding their own shrill warcries to 
the wounded soldier's shriek. Ambushers rushed down both steep sides, 
their naked bodies grimy with layers of dirt and mud camouflage as they 
hurtled toward the remaining soldiers. Two of the women were better 
armed than their comrades, long swords clutched in their fists, and wore 
dusty red loin cloths about their hips, the signal color of their 
mistress, Lyskaria. Gyoa spun in a circle, trying to assess the number 
of ambushers attacking her patrol. She opened her mouth to bark the 
order for retreat, but before she could give the command a pair of sword 
armed mercenaries were upon her. With a shriek of hatred she thrust her 
spear at one charging attacker, a flame haired warrior whose large 
breasts bounced heavily on her chest as she half ran, half fell down the 
steep rocky slope. At the last moment the speeding redhead ducked under 
the weapon and slammed her shoulder full force into the amazon captain's 
raised shield, knocking her backwards into the other charging ambusher's 
out thrust sword. Gyoa screamed hoarsely as she was impaled on the tall 
long limbed warrior's weapon, the blade plunging between her strong 
shoulders and bursting through her upper chest with a spray of blood. 
Almost simultaneously a much younger ambusher threw herself at Allette, 
a thick bladed knife raised high above her short dirty blond hair, but 
was far less successful in trying to avoid the amazon soldier's weapon. 
The razor sharp bronze spearhead tore a gaping hole in the charging 
girl's slender throat and she dropped her knife to clutch futilely at 
the wound. Her soft sea blue eyes bulged, twin moons of shock filled 
pain as blood spurted through her fingers and her slim legs collapsed 
beneath her. Allette's sister was also busy with a pair of ambushers, 
one a short dark haired woman with broad square shoulders and flaring 
hips, the other a somewhat taller brunette whose slightly built body 
moved with surprising grace upon a pair of smoothly muscled legs. Using 
her shield to block the dark haired fighter's dagger on her left, 
Marusia thrust her spear at the taller woman charging on her right side. 
Her weapon missed it's target but forced the brown haired fighter to 
leap back and with a shout Marusia spun on her heel, the long shaft of 
her spear whirring through the air to connect solidly with the side of 
the blockily built fighter's head, sending her staggering to one side. 
Another pair of ambushers attacked Noria, carefully keeping their 
distance from her while keeping her trapped in a particularly narrow 
part of the defile. Her spear kept the slim bodied red head in front of 
her at bay with it's superior length, but she was unable to turn it on 
the voluptuous blonde behind her and was forced to awkwardly use her 
shield to defend herself. Even with her attention split between two 
attackers, the big amazon almost managed to spit the red head on her 
bronze blade of her spear. But as the woman before her spun away from 
the powerful thrust, the shapely blonde fighter behind her crouched low 
and slashed beneath Noria's blocking shield, leaving a painful gash on 
the back of her thickly muscled left calf. Cellia realized her long 
thrusting spear would be hampered by the close quarters of the defile 
and paused to draw her sword, dropping the longer weapon in the dust. 
She'd just begun to advance on the naked blonde ambusher attacking her 
comrade from the rear when a woman leapt at her from the concealing 
shadows of a nearby rock outcropping. The attack caught the soldier 
completely unawares and she only caught a glimpse of the screaming dark 
haired young ambusher before she slammed into her, the shock of her 
attacker's slim wiry muscled body's impact sending them both crashing to 
the ground. At the front of the column Eloa still stood in the middle of 
the narrow trail, her broad oval face twisted in a rictus of agony as 
she desperately tried to pull herself off the impaling spear. Blood 
poured from the stricken amazon's terrible wound to splash down the 
lower front half of her white tunic, staining it an alarmingly bright 
crimson and flowing in runnels down the naked bronze lengths of her 
legs. Her teeth were clentched tightly against the pain and more blood 
leaked from the corners of her mouth to mix with the tears streaming 
down her round cheeks. Despite the agony shooting through her, Eloa 
heard the sound of footsteps pounding toward her and looked up, dispair 
shining in her pain filled eyes as she saw a thin naked woman skid to a 
stop before her. Pointed brown nipples jutted stiffly from the mud caked 
on her small high breasts, erect with excitement as she raised her 
bloody dagger for a downward stroke. "No..." Eloa managed to plead, her 
voice a ragged wh! isper, but her attacker's arm was already in motion 
as she gleefully thrust her iron blade into the helpless amazon's 
throat. A weak, gurgling groan issued from the soldier and her attacker 
jerked her knife back, causing a thick red jet to spray from the gaping 
wound, coating her arm from wrist to shoulder in her foe's lifeblood. 
The dying amazon's broad shouldered frame sagged and leaned backwards, 
her arms falling limply to her sides as blood streamed from her throat 
and spread down the soft rounded slopes of her heavy breasts, staining 
the top half of her tunic the same color as the lower half. With a 
savage grin splitting her grimy face, the thin naked woman slapped her 
free hand against her victim's bare blood slick chest and the soldier's 
corpse finally slipped free of the impaling spear and fell to ground. A 
few feet away, the tall mercenary shoved her enemy's back with her free 
hand, grunting as she slid her long bronze sword from the amazon 
leader's body with a sucking sound. Blood streamed down Gyoa's chest and 
back as she staggered forward on suddenly rubbery legs and tried to 
raise her shield, but the red haired attacker's sword swept out in a 
high cross cut, it's blade cutting her helmet's chin strap and shearing 
deeply through her neck. Blood fountained from the patrol captain's 
throat and her helmet flew from her head, releasing a mass of sweaty 
blond locks piled atop her head as she fell to the ground. The two sword 
weilding warriors watched the dying woman laying sprawled on the ground 
between them. The short skirt of the enemy warrior's tunic was bunched 
around her waist, exposing muscular thighs and a curly thatch of blond 
hair covering her sex. Gyoa's strong tan legs twitched and kicked 
briefly. Her bright green eyes, already glazed in death, staring through 
a mass of curly blonde hair that half obscured her face. With a 
victorious whoop the redhaired amazon skipped forward, her curvaceous 
dirt caked body spattered with her victim's blood, and kicked the dead 
woman squarely in the crotch, making the limp corpse jump sharply. 
"That's one less of Knoa's bitch soldiers!" she crowed. Allette had 
turned on the short broad shoulded ambusher that her sister had knocked 
to her knees only a moment before and jabbed backwards with the butt of 
her spear, slamming it into the back of her head. The kneeling ambusher 
pitched forward, her dark sharply tilted eyes rolling up in her head as 
she hit the ground with a satisfying thud. Allette's first impulse was 
to run and help her sister, but when she heard her captain's dying 
scream she spun around just in time to raise her shield and block a 
vicious downward crosscut from one of the sword wielding warriors. Sweat 
had washed some of the dirt coating the ambusher's tall athletic frame 
to reveal streaks of soft looking ebony skin that shone with a warm red 
undertone in the light of the setting sun. Allette's shield arm ached as 
she deflected a succession of quick hammering blows that kept her on the 
defensive, unable to bring her unwieldy spear into play. The tall 
warrior weilded her long sword skillfully, using both hands to send 
powerful blows smashing against her enemy's shield. gradually beating 
the dark haired soldier's shield lower and lower until she was forced 
into a half crouch beneath the rain of blows. A broad grin split the 
tall ambusher's narrow high cheekboned face and she paused her 
relentless attack, allowing her foe to straighten up, her small shield 
momentarily held low across her body. With surprising speed the dark 
skinned warrior lunged at her foe's exposed chest and the point of her 
sword plunged between the enemy soldier's shapely round breasts. The 
dark haired amazon's soft red lips parted and she emitted a loud grunt 
of surprise, her beautiful light brown eyes shock wide as her foe's 
bronze blade burst through her rapidly beating heart, killing her almost 
instantly. Marusia had disarmed her second foe with a deep slash across 
her forearm and had managed to force the willowy brunette's back against 
a nearly verticle section of rock wall. But her lithe attacker had 
ducked under a thrust and had thrown herself at the dark haired soldier, 
pulling her off balance as she tore the small shield from her arm. The 
two fighters were grappling with the spear between them, Marusia keeping 
the smaller woman pinned against rough rock wall when she glanced toward 
her sister just in time to see a length of blood slathered blade burst 
from between her shoulderblades. "ALLETTE! NOOOOO!" Marusia screamed. 
With panic inspired strength she tore her spear from the smaller woman's 
grasp, pulling her foreward into a sharply raised knee. The brunette 
ambusher shrieked as her foe's knee slammed up into her naked crotch, 
but the dark haired soldier meerly pushed her away and sprinted toward 
the spot where her sister stood, still held up by the sword piercing her 
body. "YOU BITCH!" she raged at the tall warrior, thrusting her spear 
over her sister's shoulder at the woman's head. Sinewy muscle bulged on 
the tall fighter's long arms as she kept the dying soldier erect, using 
her still twitching body as a shield. A spear darted over her victim's 
shoulder and she jerked her head away, the sharp bronze blade drawing a 
shallow cut along the side of her head. Snarling at the pain the 
muscular warrior snatched at the spear, catching it below the just blade 
and with a savage yell yanked the spear shaft hard. The unexpected jerk 
pulled Marusia off balance and she stumbled forward uncontrollably, 
slamming forcefully into her sister's back, impaling herself on the 
bronze blade jutting from her sibling's shoulderblades. Her body 
convulsed as the sword pierced the rounded upper hillock of her soft 
left breast and she flung an arm around her sisters quivering shoulders, 
fighting to keep on her feet despite the pain ripping through her chest. 
Savage concentration shining on her dark face, the musclar fighter's 
powerful arms shook as the second woman added more weight to her sword. 
Tossing the spear away she grabbed the dark haired soldier's flailing 
arm by the wrist and pulled, driving the point of her sword further into 
the writhing woman's chest even as kept them both erect with only one 
arm. Marusia felt the familiar sensation of her breasts flattening 
against her sister's back and the sword tore into her left lung. She 
goggled over Allette's shoulder at the tall mercenary, her lovely 
triangular face drawn with pain and horror. Then, with a loud grunt of 
exertion the muscular fighter levered the two impaled soldiers to one 
side, their blood spattered bodies falling in a tangled heap as she 
freed her sword. "That's...two for me." she panted, her small round 
ebony breasts heaving on her chest. "Lucky!" the red haired warrior 
muttered behind her. In the narrow part of the defile Noria desperately 
jabbed her spear at the petite red headed ambusher. A second painful cut 
on the back of her right calf bled in tandem with the one on her left, 
coating her ankles and sandled feet with sticky red blood, but so far 
the ambusher behind her had been unable to hamstring the big amazon. 
Sweat molded Noria's tunic to her broad muscular frame, making her pale 
skin seem almost translucent as she battled the two warriors, her limbs 
growing heavier and heavier with fatigue. The brawny soldier thrust low 
and the nimble red haired fighter dodged left and stumbled, her bare 
feet sliding on a patch of loose gravel. With a deep growl Noria swept 
her spear up at her scrambling foe and it's sharp point drew a long 
jagged red line across the smaller woman's narrow back from her left hip 
to the jutting bone of her right shoulderblade. But as the wounded red 
head stumbled away with a shriek, another ambusher leapt at Noria's 
momentarily undefended back from her hiding place one side of the 
defile, her dagger raised high above her head in both hands. The big 
amazon's hoarse scream echoed through the narrow defile as she staggered 
forward, the third ambusher's dagger buried up to the hilt high in her 
back. Noria stumbled and fell to her knees, her thin lips peeled back in 
an agonized grimace, spear and shield falling to the ground she 
convulsed. The slim red head scrambled to her feet and with a vengfull 
shriek kicked the kneeling soldier solidly beneath her square chin, 
snapping her head up sharply. Noria wavered on her knees, her muddy 
brown eyes fluttering as she stared up at the darkening sky. A deep 
groan welled up from the desperately wounded soldier and her once 
powerful body sagged backwards but still she refused to fall. The 
ambusher who'd leapt at Noria from the defile, a dark haired girl who 
looked barely sixteen years old beneath her cammoflage of dirt and mud, 
stepped up behind the stricked warrior she'd just stabbed. With a 
flourish, the young ambusher jerked the knife from her victim's back and 
deftly pirouetted away from a jet of spraying blood as the big amazon 
toppled onto her back. The three ambushers stared down at the dying 
soldier, watching her broad muscled frame twitch and convulse, her mouth 
twisting in voiceless curses. Even as her life's blood spilled into the 
dust, Noria's thick fingered hands groped at her waist, fumbling for the 
hilt of her sword. The three women looked up at each other, bodies 
grimed with sweat and blood and dirt, bosoms heaving from exertion and 
excitement, eyes wild and shining with blood lust. Almost as one, the 
three naked ambusher's threw themselves at their helpless foe. Further 
back on the trail, the last amazon soldier fought for her life beneath 
the furiously twisting body of her smaller attacker. Cillia lay entwined 
in a lethal struggle with the dark haired fighter, her free hand tightly 
grasping her foe's wrist to keep her knife at bay while the naked woman 
had a similar grip on her own sword arm. The runner's strong ebony legs 
were wraped about her opponents slim mud encrusted legs, jabbing knees 
and kicking feet a counterpart to their struggle for control of their 
weapons. Slowly, Cillia maneuvered her short sword despite the pressure 
of her foe's grasping hand, forcing the quivering blade upward until 
it's point lightly dented the mud daubed smooth brown skin at her 
smaller opponent's side. Sweat poured down Cillia's lovely triangular 
face, her widely set almond shaped eyes staring unblinkingly in total 
concentration. Above her the dark haired ambusher shrieked and hissed in 
a transport of rage, her sleek brown body writhing as she tried to push 
the her trembling dagger closer to her opponent's heaving bosom while at 
the same time keep the runner's sharp blade from piercing her side. All 
at once the slender soldier bucked her well muscled body, her strong 
legs twisting her own legs to one side and suddenly the world turned 
topsy turvy. She howled out a denial as the larger warrior quickly 
straddled her writhing body and pinned her knife hand to the ground, 
jerking her own sword arm from her sweaty grasp. Cillia raised her sword 
above her head, wiry muscles bunching beneath the sweat slick ebony skin 
of her sword arm as she prepared to strike. But as she was about to 
drive the point of her sword savagely down into her foe's face, sudden 
mind numbing pain burst through her athletic frame. Blinding white light 
burst before Cillia's eyes, then receeded as suddenly as it had come, 
leaving her vision preternaturally clear and sharp. She felt fluid 
dribble down her chin uncontrollably and she looked down at her suddenly 
numb chest, her beautiful dark eyes bulging as she gazed at the bloody 
spear point protruding from the round swells of her small jutting 
breasts. With a strong jerk the thin mud encrusted woman pulled her 
foe's own spear from the soldier's back, watching blood stream from the 
wound to make a wide crimson stain on the stricken warrior's white 
tunic. The soldier emitted a choking gasp and her upraised sword slipped 
from her grasp, falling to stick in the ground next to her smaller foe's 
head. With a deep groan the last amazon soldier's eyes rolled up into 
her head and she collapsed onto her back next to her young opponent, her 
thickly muscled legs twitching violently, her heels beating a rapid 
tattoo on the ground as she died. 

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The thin warrior frowned down at the young ambusher lying next to the 
amazon she'd just slain and reached out a hand to help her to her feet. 
The slim fighter gulped air as she met her comrades disapproving gaze, 
the soft swells of her small budding round breasts heaving on her narrow 
chest. A chagrined look spread across her pretty face as the young 
fighter took the proffered hand and climbed to her feet. "Sorry, 
mother." she appologised. The two mercenaries looked on as the three 
ambusher's daggers rose and fell, stabbing their foe's once powerfull 
body again and again. They knew better than to interfere with the freed 
slaves as they revenged themselves against Knoa's soldier. True, they 
were unskilled and sometimes uncontrollable, but the slave women made up 
for it with unrestrained ferocity. And besides, Lyskaria could use every 
fighter she could get until the treacherous amazon princess was finally 
overthown. After that, the rebelous slave fighters would be disposable. 
A few yards away, Marusia lay sprawled across her sisters legs with her 
head in her lap, blood leaking from her gasping lips and the gaping hole 
in her chest. She gazed up the length of her sister's blood spattered 
body at an almost identical triangular face that was relaxed in death, 
looking as the dead woman were only asleep. Her lovely light brown eyes 
shining with pain, Marusia pulled herself up Allette's ominously still 
frame, her groping hands slipping on the familiar contours of her 
sibling's blood slick body. With a final loud groan the mortaly wounded 
soldier collapsed, her head pillowed on her sister's unmoving bosom, her 
crimson smeared lips tantalizingly close to the gently swelling mounds 
of flesh just as they had so many times in the past. "Oh Allette!" she 
moaned sadly, expelling her last breath, "She...she's killed us both!" 
Gisla gasped with relief as she reached the end of the defile. Her pain 
wracked her athletic body and her legs trembled with exhaustion, but 
still she forced herself to keep moving, hoping against hope that the 
women who'd slaughtered her comrades hadn't noticed she was missing. The 
young soldier had watched them members of her patrol die one by one, 
overwhelmed by surprise and the ambusher's superior numbers. Fear had 
driven Gisla to her feet and, despite the agony washing through her 
trembling body, she'd managed to rip strips of cloth from the hem of her 
tunic and make a crude bandage as she fled the massacre. In the five 
minutes the conflict had lasted, the last rays of the setting sun had 
disappeared and now the gravely wounded young warrior staggered on in 
total darkness, waiting to see if blood loss or enemy warrior would kill 
her before she reached the city.