Over the centuries, stories about the Amazons probably became more far fetched than they really should have been. Some would say their beauty is surpassed only by their aggression and bloodlust. One might have to wonder if Kriss lived up to that. Or if she would live up to the story of how nothing is both as beautiful and frightening at the same time than a charging Amazon.<br/><br/>Below her, she could hear her pray. Both of them working together. It could prove dangerous but she was confident she could handle both of them at once. Even if she were unarmed. She could sense them, track their movements and location by hearing them. Their voices, their footsteps, they all gave away their location. She picked a moment to peak up instead the gigantic stone pot one of the moss and vine covered statues was holding. Just as she expected, one of them was too revenge happy to think straight. He'd eagerly leaped at her bait.<br/><br/>She grasped the side of the gigantic pot, silently hoisting herself up to perch on the edge of it. Crouched as she was on the edge of the pot, she leaped off it. One of the men, the bigger one, had looked around at that time. Once he glanced in her direction, should he see her lifting off, he'd see nothing more than a thriving mass of crimson, the Amazon's cape flowing after her and around her as she descended. Unlike when she hoisted herself up onto the pot's edge, there was nothing sleek or silent about this landing. She landed with a thud, a loud one, crouched to one knee before standing to her full, impressive height.<br/><br/>Scantly clad as she was, her Amazonian armor left nothing to the imagination. The two boys could easily see how curvy, fair skinned and busty she was. And her big and muscular she was. Big and muscular, scary even, but undeniably a woman. Femininity mated with invulnerability. Her face looked as fair and innocent as a princess though. From the neck up, with her long, brillent red hair flowing in the breeze, that's what someone might think she was.<br/><br/>"If thy seeketh thy destroyer, thou has found her," she taunted, grinning sinisterly, showing off her pearlie whites. Her heart raced, as though she were a woman about to bed a lover. Which may not be far from what might be about to happen. She giggled, creeping closer, cracking her knuckles and waited for one of them to make the first move. She pondered if one of them would try to pick up one of her own weapons and use them on her. While they fit well for an Amazon, they were too big, heavy and awkward for an ordinary human. That didn't mean they couldn't use them though.