(Art by Jean Zoudi)

You had traveled far, been through many battles and faced many powerful opponents, but none had been as intense as the Amazon standing before you.

Both of you are catching your breaths, giving you time to look at her better. Her eyes seem to tell a story of a thousand battles: exhaustion, determination, anger. Her stare was intense, but somewhat pained.

You looked down through the slits of your helmet and took notice of the scar across her arm breasts. There was no armor protecting it, nor the arm next to it, show showed it off like a trophy.

You saw her adjusting her grip on her pickaxe, throwing some of her fiery red hair behind her, getting ready to fight you again.