Either Antropos was so angered that he did not see the Amazon's defensive move, or the tall woman was actually a much faster opponent. Amazing! His eyes crossed for the first time her breasts, her belly, her arms. From close, the woman looked much more beautiful, her skin so much soft, he scent so much...aphrodisiac.<br/><br/>No, he was Antropos, the ultimate warrior of his tribe. The one with large pectoral muscle, no fat in the belly, iron like biceps. He could not be seduce by those deadly traps - the Amazon would use that against him soon, he felt. Nevertheless, his situation was complicated - she was holding his wrist so effortlessly, preventing him from attacking her. Antropos was in the tip of his toes, as the Amazonian girl was pulling his arms above, playing with him, smiling at him, showing her goddess-like superiority. He feared the girl could break his wrist and end that fight swiflty...and with a bad outcome for the men!<br/><br/>Antropos thought fast. He had to do something. And he did. He walked closer to the Amazon, his leg straddle over her leg, his shaft (not yet erected) was above her massive leg. Using the other hand, he grabbed her muscular right breast strongly and began to climb the girl, his foot on her knee, his now growing shaft rubbing her thighs, her washboard abs.   He tried to keep his wrist in a way that he could easily move himself to avoid any harm to his physical integrity. After Antropos started, he noticed it had been one of the silliest things he could have done.