T'was not by mere chance that these warriors met as they have here today!
Not at all!
T'was by design!
By who's design, you may well ask!
T'was not by the design of those who participate in this melee ...
That much is for certain!
Their meeting here today was the work of the God of War!
A parley between the Redd-Neks and the Sno-Birds had been arranged ...
The negotiated settlement that was reached satisfied neither of the opposing points of view ...
The two clans had arrived lightly armed under separate colors and departed in much the same way ...
But before the council disbanded, a celebratory toast was raised and someone - somehow -
had succeeded in doctering the cups that were passed about ...
The potion that enhanced their drink served to elevate the Amazon's more or less normal lust for blood to a near fever pitch!
And so by a careful timing of their departure,
it was inevitable that these bands of Redd-Neks and Sno-Birds would meet on a collision course!
The result of those manuipulations, if you will, you see before you!
It has been said that Tis More Blessed to Give Than to Receive, and in this instance I should say that I must heartily agree!
For surely there must be more satisfaction in thrusting a spear into the belly of an opponent
than it is to have one buried in your own!
But were that ever the case,
how would one explain the fact that
once a warrior has driven her weapon into the body of her enemy ...
The Amazon makes no great effort to retrieve her weapon ...
But remains steadfastly holding her ground ...
Almost as though she was waiting for the spear of another to find her!
And in that regard, these Amazons seem determined to grant us satisfaction in full, do they not?
If there is one thing than causes me no end of distress ...
It is to be forced to bear witness to the enactment of a battle ...
In which the viewer is enticed by a veritable bevy of warriors ...
In what holds promise of being a scene resplendant with breasts and blood ...
Only to have the better part of their number apparently vanish ...
As the hero of the piece goes about bringing the villian to utter ruin!
That's not the case here!
Each and every one of these warriors is here to give it her all!
Did you see the way that heavy-breasted one just took the blade of that sword in the gut?!
But that it were a blade of my own sheathed in that plethora of soft female flesh!
There must indeed be something to the concept of the Orgasm of Death!
What else could it be but orgasmic?
Else why would each of these women appear anxious to be disembowelled?
Too, I've heard it rumored that the elixir administered to the women contained a mind-altering narcotic!
The effects of which being that any warrior who ingests the substance knows nothing other to kill and be killed!
Why, I know this for a fact!
If the drink is too strong, any survivor of an encounter will plant her feet firmly on the ground ...
Where she will proceed to repeatedly bury a blade in her own bosom ...
Until she has no life left in her ...
And so falls down dead among or atop the bodies of friends and foes alike!
But let me not put ideas into your head!
For it is unlikely that such will happen here this day!
Did you see how the unwary are ofen cut down from behind?
And see how that big Redd-Nek warrior has seized the offending Sno-Bird by the throat!
Even though the Redd-Nek herself has been impaled by the spear of her adversary!
T'will be of interest to see whether her strength will suffice to choke the life out of that Sno-Bird!
A blade through the back or buttocks is a hard way to learn that a wounded warrior may well be treacherous!
The spear bearers are trained to come in low with their weapons!
It is not so much a case of it being any more satisfying to rip the belly of an opponent than it is to plunge a blade through her breast!
It is more a matter of self-defense!
For it is easier to parry an attack when the weapon is carrried waist-high ...
One's own torso is left exposed to attack when the spear is raised to shoulder-level in preparation for the cast.
Carrying the weapon waist-high keeps the weapon readily availabe to parry a thrust coming in your direction!
But once the spear is cast the warrior is left virtually defenseless
for these women appear to be carrying little else in the way of armaments!
And the ever-present problem with driving a blade into the gut of your adversary
is that while her reaction will be no doubt picturesque,
the wound may not dispatch her quickly enough!
You are of course familiar with the women who contrive in some way to entwine themselves
about a pole in entertaining dances at certain nightclubs?
I maintain that the pole is a derived from the spear of the earliest Amazons!
But this original use is a far more interesting way for the women to wield their pikes!
Is it not?
Well, my friend!
It doth appear that the jackals will feed well tonight!
Is it any wonder to you that the grass in this plain is so verdant?
Who has won this contest did you ask?
As you have born witness, it has been well fetilized with the blood of the Amazons who have fallen this day!
Certainly it was neither the Redd-Neks nor the Sno-Birds, that is for certain!
As we were fortunate enough to bear witness to this battle, the winners are of course, you and I!
Let us away!
For the gleaners are come!
And it would not do at all were we to lend interference with their work!