Antropos watched Nickolaus rushing towards the massive woman without even looking behind. "Stupid!", Antropos muttered while watching the womanized approaching the amazon. What should Antropos do? Let the fool die by himself? Or engage in the attack? For a second, he regretted having joined such a disobedient, inexperienced man.<br/><br/>There was no time to think about. And Antropos decided to attack because otherwise his omission could be seen as a betrayal. He took his long sword from his scabbard and rushed after Nickolaus. Adrenaline was dropped in his blood in high level, streamlining his senses. His breath speeded, his pupils expanded, his muscles seemed stronger. Shortly after, Antropos was nearly reaching Nickolaus. This was not the perfect battle Antropos had in his mind. Indeed, he had made no plan at all as the warrior had no idea of who the enemy was, where it was and how strong it was. Now, he would have to make it up and fight against the woman, something a warrior like him had never thought it would happen one day. A woman? Not a mere woman, the self-called destroyer.<br/><br/>To Antropos' greatest surprise, Nickolaus was slowling down his pace. What was the stupid man doing now? Giving up after seeing the magnificent body of his opponent? Antropos turned to his companion and saw his eyes full of lust, as if he were willing to fuck rather to kill the enemy. The man was willing to sleep with the enemy! He is lost! That was the way legends say amazons kill most of their male enemies: teasing them up and attracting them to a trap.<br/><br/>Nickolaus turned his eyes to the female enemy, almost hypnotised by her deadly feminine shape - he was too close of her and there was no more room to retreat. If he stepped back and the opponent were as fierce as the survivor had reported, she would annihilate his life during retreat. For this reason, Antropos raised his sword, swag it in the air, lowering it to hit head of the amazon. The battle had begun.