War *huu* What Is It Good For

{closed for sombrablanca)

Ani slowly climbed the huge tree. She had been out of her range of her sisters for a while, but her mission was to keep a close eyes on the guys and to communicate their next movements. Ani took her job very very seriously. She was a trained warrior. This was her homeland. They wanted to take it. She was one of the last few resistance warriors to the men and she was one of the very last few trackers and blenders. A rare combination. Her people weren't creative with names. She did exactly what her specialty sounded like. She tracked people and could blend into almost any surrounding.

Ani's black hair was pulled into a tight pony tail and was braided then twisted into a tight bun. Her caramel skin blended nicely with the bark of the tree. Her shirt was cut off at the sleeves and ripped just under her breasts. She wore a pair of tight form fitting pants and what the men would call boots. Her black eyes pierced the day sky as she watched the camp no more than 30 feet away. She had moved just a bit for a better less straining position. She knew she wasn't going to be spotted after being her for 3 days. Even when she had slipped down the back and peed they hadn't noticed her. She was that good.

Ani saw movement probably more of their so called scouts. She whispered softly so that her voice didn't carry on the wind, but loud enough for her ear piece to pick up. "2 men - one dark one light - weapons - heading west - over." That's all the information her sisters needed. whoever was on the ground will deal with the men if they got too close to her own camp that even she didn't know where it was at this point as it was constantly on the move.

"Take them out," came a tiny voice that she barely made out in her ear. Ani wasn't sure she heard right. For 3 days she had just been doing recon. She would give away her position if she fired from here and she was greatly outnumbered.

"Repeat," Ani said.

"Take them out, repeat take them out."

"Copy, Taking them out," Ani set up her line of shot and paused. In 2 steps they will be exactly in one line. She can take one shot and get them both through the head. She calculated the non-existent wind, the distance, the rotation of the earth, everything she had been trained for. She paused, as they stopped not exactly in that perfect line. She would wait a moment more before taking the shot.

Yet another fucking hit and run? Two guards shot and the bitch slips away before his other sentries or their equipment sees or hears a thing. When he was hired he was told this should be a walk in walk out job. It isn't turning out to be the case. He doesn't know what they are doing or using but he sure as hell wishes he had it instead. He outnumbers them, out firepowers them and in pretty much every other way should be stomping them. Whatever technology theyre using totally baffles everything he can use. Unless he carpet bombs the planet he isn't sure how he is going to pull this one out of his ass.

True is was one of the other merc outfits he was saddled with that were caught napping but while they are under his command they are his responsibility damn it. Even his own troops far superior arrays only catch glimpses of the natives, a race his troops have nicknamed ghosts for the way they hide.

He isn't called tank for nothing. He keeps charging through until you disable or destroy him. Not to mention he is built like one. You do not see many six footers these days being four hundred pounds of muscle. He completely shaves his body as well, gleaming in the light as a tank does when he sweats. In the heat of this place it is fairly frequent.

He is dressed as all of his crew are, dark grey body armor covering legs and chest. His is slightly better than theirs since he is more likely to get shot if anyone know. The only significant show of rank is a coded bar that shows up on the visors of those under him. Partially this is to keep all officers safe, partly because he doesn't get into all the pomp and ceremony. Tank inherited the Wolves when his formor CO was taken out in a battle and Tank held them together, managing to keep a 50% survival rate when most others barely managed 20%.

He got roped into this war partly due to an old friend, partly because it was a slow time and this employer was paying exceptionally well. He now knows why and wishes he could pull out. For the life of him he can't though. If nothing else Tank is a man of his word, a man of honor. He signed a contract. He will fulfill it.

He expects the same of his employees. Any man caught cheating or stealing from his mates is beaten the first time, booted if caught again. Kill unnecessarily or rape anyone while in his service? Lose your head. If you die honorably in his service your family is taken care of. As are you if you are maimed and can no longer work. He is strict, fair, and loyal to a fault. He leaves no one behind, no matter the odds of a rescue, whether they're the greenest recruit or his second in command. It makes it so everyone else goes into crazy shit, for him and everyone else.

So they're fighting a people he'd probably be siding with. They signed a contract ceding land for technology. They seemed to believe it was sharing it, allowing it to be used with every other living thing. The megacorp disagreed. Plus the company wasn't delivering on schedule. There was nothing he could do about it. He signed the dotted line, finding all this out from the very few captives they'd managed to gain. The first time they skipped a payment or screwed him over...They were gone and the natives would probably already be gaining traction back. The protocol he has implemented keeps them from wiping out large(ish) companies taking off on their own. He has consolidated command, demanding ttighter security and discipline. He runs them more like an army than a bunch of guns for hire. Since he has taken over at least the natives have had no reason to hate the men personally except for being here. Maybe that has granted a few cleaner deaths, or the soldiers who have just disappeared better treatment.

His current area of operation where he keeps his core has been secured. There have been no attacks or enemies that have come in a month. Time to head to the deep forest where most of the attacks have come from. The orders are drafted and sent. They move in three days time. He muses, wondering if perhaps he could draw them out. Give them an appealing target. Maybe make his force seem vulnerable so they are drawn in to be crushed? Or get someone wired into their midst so he could be tracked. How to do it though...?

Ani pulls the trigger and one shot crackles through the trees. It sounds like a tiny pop much like their seeds that turns into puffy white clouds over the open flames. Everyone pauses, the men look towards the fire, no puffy white clouds, the two men drop, the camp goes ape shit. Orders are barked, men set up at different points here and there, the fire is doused, one person even looks up into the trees his eyes scanning over her and missing her.

"Threat down," Ani pauses. "Orders."

"Kill them all." Ani doesn't ask for a repeat. She figured one of her sisters got kidnapped again and she was the one to seek revenge. The bastards should pay especially this camp. This camp was cold, mean, they find an innocent or even a warrior and they would beat and rape her. Or worse...much worse. They would cage her, not let her free.

Ani remembered when the men came to her home. Granted most of this planet was inhabited by women. There were very few men and those were the ones that came and claim the male babies after 5 years of age. So when these men came Ani and her sister were very intrigued. They came in all different shapes, sizes, colors from light with light hair to dark with dark hair to light with dark hair and dark with light hair, so many different combinations and smoothness and hairy, the girls had practically signed whatever papers they thought they needed to keep them here. Such and interesting breed. Their men had all well average, thin cocks, these new men had different kind of cocks.

The women were so in lust and stupid. They signed those papers thinking they were going to coinhabitate, share the land, they were going to live there in peace. That's not what these men thought. They thought their land was there's to dig up and destroy to kill and they keep expanding their land. Also if anyone was to 'tresspass' on their land they took them. Their children, their woman, they took them. It was unfair. These men had no honor, no integrity.

Ani had to let the past stay in the past. She focused on the task at hand she had approximately 15 soldiers to take out. An easy task. She glanced at the man under her and she let her upper half hang down right above him. She grabbed his head and twisted hard, hearing his neck break she let him go. She aimed with a little pistol at the building and took a shot. The building exploded like a bomb had went off in it. Everyone turned towards the explosion and she dropped down running.

She pulled out her sword with the chain attached to her wrist. She ducked low and slice the first sentry guard in two and threw her sword at the chest of his partner. She pulled back on the chain and her sword came sailing back to her. She kept running and this time the guy saw her coming. He raised his gun, but she threw her sword at his hands, slicing them off. He went to scream, but she was already upon him her thumbs digging into his neck and throat. He went down and she was already engaging with his partner. After a little exertion she took him down stabbing him in his groin, thigh, and then through the heart. She went back to his friend who was on the ground trying to breath and sliced his head off.

Ani saw a cluster them in the middle of the camp. They had seen their sentries go down, but hadn't seen who or what did it. She knew they knew it was probably one of them, but after a week with no activity they had to be wondering if it was something else and why attack now. Ani tossed what seemed like a few pebbles high into the air. She turned and closed her eyes as the white light exploded. Even if you closed your eyes once you opened them you would still see the last image you had. You must turn your back and close your eyes to not get the effect or any lingering images.

She turned back seeing them all grabbing their eyes some on the ground others just standing there. It was easy work the 5 of them. Not even a challenge. She walked over to the one remaining building. A guy saw her and shot at her. Luckily, his aim was off. She turned and threw a silver disc into his throat. He gurgled and fell. She continued her walk. Another appeared at the window of the building she was going to she easily threw her last disc it broke through the glass and embedded into his head. She watched his eyes roll up before he fell backwards.

She kicked opened the door and turned to the side. As predicted they shot at the doorway. Only a few splinters were piercing her skin. As soon as she heard the tell-tale clicks she rolled in. She kicked the first one in the face while bringing up her sword to slam into his belly. She pulled up and yanked it out to catch the 2nd guy in his arm. She pulled that out and turned to the 3rd guy who stared at her. She swung her sword back stabbing the 2nd one in his chest. The 3rd guy was just shaking and staring at her. Hadn't moved.

"Please ... Please ..."

Ani grimaced. She kicked out at the body still attached to her sword pulling it off. She swung her sword high and stopped with the tiny sharp point right at his eyes. "You want to live," Ani whispered. The man nodded barely afraid to poke hisself. "Than get off my land." The guy paled. It seemed he might have difficulty with that. His eyes rolled towards Ani and she shook her head before pushing down hard with all her strength her sword all the way to the hilt, half coming out of his chest. She pulled back and watched him fall.

"Mission complete."

"Good job Ani. Come on home. That's the last camp unless they send reinforcements. You get a little R&R. Out."

Ani sighed. Rest and Relaxtion would be great. She wondered if her superious would let her see Rohaili. One of their men she had been seeing since she was of age to conceive. It had been a while and it would be nice to spar with a man who could actually challenge her. She smiled thinking about it as she grabbed her two discs and any other evidence of her weapons. She laughed her voice tinkling through the trees as she walked into the forest and just seemed to shimmer and blend in with her surroundings.

Tank is in a foul mood, swearing up a storm. Every one of the lesser outfits destroyed in a day. Working in teams of up to five, the damned natives destroyed a good fifth of his total strength. They work close, using weapons and skills his men are not used to seeing, weapons their armor gives little protection againt. Who the hell uses kinetic weapons any more? Especially blades? These mercs are used to beam weapons, like lasers and such. Taken by surprise the outer outfits had no chance to bring their greater range into play. A few video feeds finally caught them exitting concealment, slaughtering comrade after comrade with utter disdain. He is furious, and a bit rash.

"Get me a cav squad! Now! We move out in three hours! The rest of you follow at a distance. I have a plan!" While his men follow the instructions, despite it being a day earlier than than originally planned, Tank gets his own gear together. Food, medical supplies, weaponry, all there.

He brings them to the cavs, much like the motorcycles of centuries past. He loads his, strapping everything in securely. His plasma rifle is sheathed in front of him, in easy reach of the handlebars. His close in weapon is very strange for this time period. A battle axe half the weight of an average sized man that Tank swings with ease. Built into it is a vibrating diamond coated edge, still one of the toughest materials in the known universe. He also has the tracking beacon molar cap, specially fabricated for just this mission, almost impossible to detect by current tech unless you know what to look for and powerful as hell. He has made sure to let the information slip he will be in this squad to the enemy. He knows they will not be able to resist. His plan is to be captured and brought to their main camp so the full power of his force can descend on them while they have no chance to hide or use their insane tactics. Soon as everything is ready they haul ass, supposedly going to a rendesvous near the mountains. Now it is just a waiting game to see if they take the bait.

"No, that is not our way!"

"It's our last hope or we'll keep finding and dying. How long do you think we can do this?"

"As long as it takes for them to get the hint! They do not have an infinite supply of men. Sooner or later they will stop sending people here."

"Or we can capture their legendary Captain. We'll ransom him to get off our land. Once he's captured they'll realize they can never defeat us. It'll work."

"No."

"It's not your decision to make!"

"Nor yours!"

Ani sat in on the meeting of the Two Mothers. The Two Mothers were the woman who ruled and controlled the resistance. The two of them had to agree before anything was done which was good making sure that someone didn't abuse their power, but it also caused some situations like this. Where both women sat and fought over what to do.

"Incoming message," a whispered was heard throughout the room. One of her sisters were on recon.

Ani looked up in time to see what looked like men on two wheel vehicles roaring through their jungle. Both women looked outrage. The men were not on their supposed 'sacred' ground, but on enemy terrority.

"Their expanding again!"

"They'll take more of our land!"

"They must be stopped!"

"Ani capture him, but ... don't bring him here. Take him someplace safe while we decide what to do. I think we should kill him!"

"No ransom!"

"Killing him will send just as much as a message."

"Yes, but ransoming him we'll make sure they get the message."

Ani tuned out the new argument staring at the vid. She was sure the man in front was the captain and he was big. Much bigger than her. She sniffed as a slow smile crept over her face. A challenge. Finally! She watched him drinking him in; drinking in everything about him; his weapons he carried; his obvious brute strength. She wondered if he was all brawn and no brains. Perhaps he was only made captain for his muscles and they were trying to aggressively move the resistance aside. Ani wiggled two fingers at the vid.

*****

Later that night Ani was in position. The Captain was just a bit in front of his men. Not by much, but enough. She took aim at the tree across from her. As soon as the Capt drove past she shot and activated the arrow. An invisible shield went up and the rest of his team went through it just to be sent back 20 feet from where they were just at. She quickly took down the arrow, swept the dirt, and made a path showing the Capt turned left, which she knew was them slowly making a huge U turn. She silently giggled as she ran to catch up with the man.

She was in the bushes, running beside the road, as silently as any predator on the prowl. She expected the capt to pull over at any moment after he noticed he was all alone and that's when she can attack. She already had the cuffs, a translucent blue and green, that no blade on her planet had been able to cut. The only way off was a password that only she knew: Ani, I love you. A bit narcisstic but it was something she said before and after every fight. If no one loved her at least she loved herself.

Tank slows when he hears the low rumble of only his bike. He stops in a wide clearing, conscious of security. When no one shows his hackles rise. Already? He unsheathes the plasma rifle and axe, not knowing what to expect, each laid crosswise on his lap. He takes a look at the tac map on the inside of his visor. Yup, there are the other five peeling off sarting to head off to the side.

He murmers "Keep going. If they use SOP they shall try to keep me alive, learn what they can from me. Keep one of the stealthed drones close enough to see whats going on. Passsive sensors only. If I can I'll try to take out the ambushers. Get the info that way. If not....Only come in if you see my vitals dropping to the point of death."

Tank is brave, not stupid. The medics on certain planets can repair almost anything if you have the creds. They haven't figured yet how to repair death though. Put into cryo, a hair's breath from death is as close to fully healthy as to make no difference. Assuming he's put into a cask fast enough. He hopes it won't be necessary. A mission like this will only be handed to the best.

That's when he hears the whistle coming from his left. Instead of losing his hand the rifle is merely knocked from his grasp. He puts himself into a controlled fall to the right, rolling behind the cav for cover, making sure the grip on his war axe is tight. He comes up in a crouch, looking for the gleam of metal in the late afternoon light. There. A single betraying flash moving rapidly from where the first attack came.

"Stop this cowardly shit bitches! Stand and fight in the ope! My weapons are melee as are yours! Fair fight! Your agility! My strength! Or are you such fearful cowards you can only strike from hiding like little rats?" He is trying to goad them, trying to bring them where he can gain an advantage or at least equality since his main ranged weapon has been stripped. He preps a grenade under cover of the cav, knowing if there are many of them he will need it to take out a few. He prays it is only one or two though. Any more and the odds will be stacked against him enough he will have very little chance to win.

Ani soon catches up to Tank and she watches him for a moment. He pulls out a gun and some sort of sword. She's intrigued by the sword preferring melee weapons. More satisfaction in the kill. Any cowards can pull a trigger, but only a real warrior can kill someone and see their deaths in their eyes. She was a warrior. It was easy to dispatch of the gun and she walked around him watching him coming closer and closer to him.

She stops hearing his words. She knew he was trying to bring her out. She knew he was probably setting her up into a trap. She knew she was being overly arrogant, stupid, and naiive to fall into said trap. She knew all this and did it anyways. She stopped infront of him and with just a thought she shimmered into view.

"I am fighting in the open." Up close he was much more impressive. The muscles were heavy, chiseled, and she couldn't wait to test his strength. She looked down at his weapon which was lowered near his thighs and she gaped. His legs were like mountains. He was huge much bigger up close. Her head snapped up and that challenge was back in her eyes and voice. "Catch me if you can. Because if you can't ..." she took a step backwards but to his eyes it looked like she disappeared and reappeared in a new spot. "I." She took another step disappearing and reappearing. "Will." Another step. "Kill." Another Step." You." Gone.

She was a good 15 feet away. She jumped up and ran straight at him appearing at the last second to strike at his chest and neck. The punch to his chest hurt like hell and she was sure she bruised a few fingers. Out right attacks weren't going to work. She would have to go for the soft spots. Eyes, groin, inner thighs, and neck. She jumped back disappearing and started her attack fresh appearing and lashing up with her favorite sword attached to a chain at her wrist. The blunt end aimed for the back of his head to knock him out.

"Fuck! Lying bitch" He grunts as he takes the punch to the chest. Then she is gone. "What happened to an open, fair fight. The move to the back is the obvious choice. He waits til he hears a rustle at his back and drops the grenade, having set it for a two second timer. It is a flash bang emp, designed to short out anything electronic in the area as well as disrupting the equilibrium of an enemy. Soon as he releases the grenade tank is sprinting forwards, activating the noise canceling, visor darkening abilities of his gear. He prays she gets hit by the blast. Its pretty much the only chance he has, thanking the gods he thought to get the model that is also immune to emp

When she was coming in there was only the faintest blur. Its too damned hot for infrared. He would be just as blind. He slides to a stop, reversing course fast as a man his size can then charging back in while she is hopefully stunned, and now visible. He begins the flurry of attacks soon as he turns, the double edged blade swinging low at the outer most edge of the arc , then up more near his head at the completion of the swing so he loses no momentum. He wants her disabled not dead.

He lifts the cancellation effects two seconds after his reverse, knowing he shall be fine now though she should be disabled for at minimum another 30 seconds or so if his plan worked. At least it is quiet now. No wind, no animals, and the thrum of his vehicle has been killed by the emp blast. He turns up the inputs on his helmet, increasing his vision like that of a scope, hearing to detect steps at least a few yards out. With his free hand Tank prepares another device, one to drop a patch of goo once it hits. If this hasn't worked, he -needs- to slow the sneaky little fuck down somehow.

Ani laughs at his outbursts feeling triumph, powerful. This man is no match for her. She's a warrior who was trained through the best. He's a dishonorable male who deserved the worst kind of death. She heard something fall as she was bringing up her blade and glanced down to see some sort of fruit. No, not fruit some sort of weapon. The thing went off and Ani recognized it was like one of her bright light pebbles.

"Shit!" She learned some of their curse words as she dropped to her knees and activated her shield. She closed her eyes tight still seeing Tank bedhind her eyelids. She should have known better. She was too arrogant and had gotten entrapped. She glanced up hearing his foots and a whoosh. She moved at the last second rolling. She heard another whoosh and rolled again. Dammit, her tech wasn't working! That had to be why he was tracking her.

Still blinded Ani used her other senses to tell her when to move. Hearing the air rustle she would move just a fraction and she felt more than a piece of her clothing rip. She grabbed her shoulder feeling just a tiny slice as it cut into her. If she was slower she would have lost more than her shoulder. "Fucking Bitch," she threw the words back at him. Shaking her head she can see a bit. Her vision was coming back and she held her own sword up this time able to block his blows though it staggered her. Twice she was knocked down onto her ass from the force of his hits.

Ani staggers to her feet staring at the man. She looks him up and down and nods this time with more appreciation for his skills and the fight. She doesn't try activating her tech. She waits a breath and shoots her sword straight into the chest of the man; dull side. She has to get close enough to trap him but she's not sure how.

Tank grins seeing his opening when she uses that little chain trick of hers from max distance. He has drawn first blood, her movements making him clip a shoulder intead of taking off her leg at the kneecap, each hit against her blade notching it deeply. It is stronger than he expected to take a diamond edge with so much force behind it and not be sheared. Perhaps its time to activate it. No, not yet, keep the ace up his sleeve. As the sword whistles in the man slides to the side just enough, the blade grazing his side. Luckily she sent it blunt side. Sharp as all their weapons are even that graze, not enough to stop its momentum, would have cut through his flimsy armor to slice him.

He extends the ax out as her sword flies past, giving it a jerk, the intent being that the chain will wrap around his own weapon. With his greater strength he should be easily able to take it from her. Unfortunately this maneuver will make him go to one knee a moment to duck her weapon. The blade is too close. In the maneuver he is using it would end up slicing into him since the axe will change it's trajectory. To cover this he lobs the goo bomb. It is similar in shape to the grenade but this is a very thin, delicate membrane instead, filled with liquid and a tiny charge. The charge isnt to do harm. It is to spread the extremely sticky, glue like substance. It is used by riot police a lot, a nonlethal, very effective deterrant with a radius of three yards or so, perhaps more if one gets lucky with the wind, but since there is none...He hopes she assumes it is a flashbang again and just turns away or something. If so it is game over. It'll wrap round her like spider silk, and any time any part of her body touches it will be glued. A small part of his brain tracks where the rifle is. Assuming her blade didnt slice it, making it unoperable it could be a tide turner. The grip is coded to his dna so only he can fire it, another perk of owning the company, but she could still keep him from using it.

Ani stares at her beloved sword and the new heavy notches in it as it twirls around his weapon. The chain linking them together. She leans back with all her weight, but knows soon she will be in distance of him and his heavy fists. She can easily unlock the bracelet that secures her to her weapon, but that'll give him her favorite sword and his weapon. No, she couldn't do that until the last possible second.

She sees something in his hand and he throws it at her. Not being able to do anything else she turns and brings up the chain seeing the two objects connect. The goo covers most of the chain and part of her. She frowns at the way it feels and tries to brush it off sticking her hand to her shirt. She pulls and pulls into her shirt rips and she realizes it's some sort of adhesive.

She stares at him, at the gooey chain, and an idea pops into her head. She starts to run around him. If she's lucky this gooey sticky stuff will stick to him and the chain and she can end up binding him this way. The only problem he still has her blade and she'll have to eventually get close to him and worse drag him they need to go. She makes sure to only try to bind his upper torso and she feels the goo slowly drip on her wrist so now she can't even unlock the bracelet if she wanted to.

"God damn enemies smart enough to know when they get lucky." He sees what she is doing as she starts to do it. He knows he won't have much time. At least some of the goo hit its mark. Being a male he has to look at her exposed tits, but being a merc he only acknowledges it in passing, maybe losing a half second on it.

He grips the chain near him to keep it taut while activating the vibrating quality of his axe. He gives himself enough chain to swing the axe despite it being wrapped up. He takes a massive swing at it, managing to sever part of one of the links, the force of the tautness they've generated seperating the two lengths. He is expecting it so it doesnt stagger him like it normally might. He knows he has no time. She has closed the distance a bit with her circling. He has managed to barely avoid the gooed chain. If she's smart she can still whip it at him, still try to trip him up.

All this goes through his mind while moving, dropping his axe so it lies parallel to the ground in the air. This is so as he surges up and out he can regain his weapon without the encumbrance of her blade wrapped around it, changing the angle slightly on retrieving it, hand now above the chain so it can slide off. He still can't go directly to his plasma rifle. He curses when trying to pull another item from his belt the clamps are jammed, making the plasma grenades unusable. The emp so close must have shorted out a few bits of his gear which is logical. The counter pulse his suit generates can only do so much. This costs him precious seconds.

He has to run off at an angle, wanting to get where he can see her and have time to react. If she stays right on his ass he could be fucked. He'll have to take a chance. As he spins about his axe goes low again, about hip height, wanting to take out her mobility one way or another. He sees no other option. His bag of tricks is used for the moment. He tries to reconnect, instructing the built in computer to fix whatever was blown if it could. It'll take too long to be useful probably, but maybe.

Ani stops surprise that his blade was able to cut through her chain. Nothing should have been able to cut through that. Obviously his steel is better than hers and just for a split second she stumble back as they are seperated. He drops his axe and she had a second to get to him before he brings it up and slices her in two. She takes that second using it to run at him and lash her foot out to the side of his head.

He spins his axe and she has to roll out of the way not taking any chances on it just nipping her now. She gets to her feet and damn if she has to cross that space to him. She wants to reach into her pocket see what handy devices would help her but half her body is covered in that adhesive crap and her one good hand she doesn't need to get stuck in it. She feels a breeze and looks back to see some of her clothing stuck to the ground when she rolled and it stuck there. She's not exposing much, but it's more than she wanted.

"I'm ending this. Now. Play time's over." She runs to him and when he swings his axe she naturally rolls, but she wasn't going towards him. She was going to his weapon. She reaches it, raises, pulls the triggers, and grimaces. He's out of ammo...no there was no click. It just didn't work. She throws it far off into the trees pissed and cracks her neck. She runs at him again and this time she doesn't roll expecting him to think she would. She uses his arm like a small ramp and jumps around her neck her legs wrapping around it. She squeezes trying to chock him out. She uses the chain to wrap around his free wrist and pulls that towards his body tight so he only has the weapon to slice at her. His axe being in the wrong position because of her knife and her being able to hit the dull side of her blade away knowing it that well. Hopefully she can choke him out.

"Fuck.." Is the only thing he says. He should've expected her to come high this time. He half did but had to make a choice. He completed the swing around but now she's on his back. He thinks fast. She has strong legs and in a very short time he will pass out from lack of oxygen. He cant bring the axe into play unless he is willing to split her skull. The blade she wields is in the way. He cant yak her off with the other hand because it is no longer free.

He rolls forward. Most try backwards, the straight slam. That just seats their opponent even better. might knock the wind out of them but then you're on your back, screwed. He rolls forward instead. The point is to throw her. If she does not let go she is likely to to break her neck. He tries to help her along by yanking the arm she has wrapped in the length of chain backwards so she will be off balance, unable to roll as well and break the momentum of their fall or stay with him. On completing the roll he immediately spins about, rolling back towards the axe he was forced to drop.

If she is still on him the second time, the jarring impact of a 400 lb man rolling over her -again- should loosen her. If it doesn't he is out of options and quickly weakening, about to pass out. He can't see how she would but she has proved so far to be a very persistent, determined, and resourceful broad.

Ani was starting to think the whole capture the big guy thing was a mistake. The man was harder to take on than a whole camp and she done that at least 3 times ... at night ... with allergies! Now, she was in do or die mode and the Mothers would just have to be upset that he died and would have to understand she had to kill him. At least one of her mothers would be happy.

Ani continued squeezing feeling his neck bulge, but not givnig up. Suddenly he rolls forward and Ani had to let go. Having a huge muscle bound man roll on top of her was like asking to be ran over in one of her vehicles. She wouldn't be able to recover fast enough to keep up the fight. She's off him and see his axe lying a few yards away. He rolls again going for it, but she manages to kick out with her leg sending it skidding into the under brush. She also hears some more of her clothing ripping away on the ground.

Ani almost feels like she had been struck by lightening as the idea comes to her. She drops the chain seeing it's a good 10/15 feet. Enough to wrap it around his throat and pull back out of reach. She sees that they are connected by the chain. She slowly smiles and comes right at him hoping to take him off guard. She steps in close barely avoiding a hit as she literally runs around him, the chain that's connected to his wrist pins his hand to his throat along with the chain sticking to his neck and chest. There's a small section without goo and she wraps that around his body before there's another section of goo that attaches around him. She stops to the right of him being far enough out of hitting distance. Even if he happened to grab a stick she was still out of his range.

She has to be able to be strong as he can easily try to pull her back to him. But if she can continue pulling he'll be out of air and will pass out. It's her last and only option or she'll have to submit that he's better than her and she rather die. Which seems to be her last option once he has a hold of her. Hopefully he's more tired than her along with just being choked before and she could win this fight. This challenger. This obvious warrior.

She darts in again. He grins, swinging. She dodges. Damn her speed. What is she doing? The chain is thrown. He starts swinging again.Then he belatedly remembers. The goo is all over the chain. By this point it's wrapped around him, one arm barely able to move, the rest of his upper body fucked, beginning to be choked out again.

He strains downward, trying to get the solvent for the goo. He barely reaches it. Yanks. Nothing. He tries again. Then he remembers, what in the fighting he forgot. He queries the computer. Still a minute til he is functional again. He prays Loki smiles on him this day. He has to keep her at bay for just a minute more.

"Well, you got me. You win. You managed to best me. Now what? You gonna bed me like your people kept doing when we first got here? From what I hear I'd make a pretty valuable slave. Wouldn't mind servicing you either. Great tits. I also love how you don't appear to have any pubic hair. Are all of you really as tight as I've heard? I've been dying to find out but y'all disappeared in my neck of the woods. Since I've said rape is a killable offense I can't exactly do so myself."

He barely keeps from continuing to try to yank the solvent from his belt. If she sees him doing so she will know what it is, what it's only useful for right now. She will know he is trying to distract her. A scrolling count down begins in the side of his vision, sitting at 45. He prays again and again, begging that she was facing the other way when he made his aborted attempts. "At the least could you retrieve my battleaxe? It is a family heirloom. It means more to me than you can understand. I would hate to know it is sitting out here rusting away. It has served me faithfully in many a battle. I'm sure you can understand that." 30.

Ani is tired; exhausted and if he was one of her people she would be grateful for the fight. Also as custom she would make him hers for the night. But he is not to be treated like a warrior and live to fight another day. He is a captive even if he fought like a warrior. She nodded her head respectfully to him and touched her head with the tip of her finger and then to the sky and slowly down to the ground. Before she could finish the ritual he spoke and she stopped. He wasn't better than a shit eater.

She glanced down at her attire and sighed. Her shirt was ripped to just her her breasts. She was sure every time she raised her arms he saw her breasts. Her pants were ripped in various stages and she saw a huge hole on the side of her leg. She wasn't sure when he saw her womanly parts, but she didn't like him talking about them either. Though she was curious what 'pubic' hair meant. That didn't matter. He was crude, gross, and she had to deal with that.

She walked up to him and with the back of her hand smacked the shit out of him. Her hand throbbed, but she gave no outward signs that his face was still rock solid. Even if she didn't hurt him she hoped he got the hint. Or maybe she did. His lips couldn't be as hard as the rest of his neanderthal head.

She reaches over and grabs her beloved sword. The broken chain dangling from it. Part of the chain is stickied to the man. She simply unclasps the chain that attached to the bottom of her sword and points the tip at the base of his neck. "What are you jerking? I know it's not that small thing your people call a cock." She reaches down and follows the path of his arm. Her mind concentrating on his neck trick and not the bulges and muscles. She stops at his belt and at first she thinks he is jerking. I mean his kind are a vile group, but she feels his hand is actually inches from another container. She tugs on it once, twice, nothing. She stares into his eyes and tugs twice before the small spray bottle pops into her hand almost sending her tumbling to her bum.

She looks at it turning it slowly in one hand while her other hand has the sword trained steady at the base of his neck. She stands to her full height and not sure what it is she sprays a small portion in the air behind them. Nothing. No smell except an orange tang. Since there's no wind she's not worried that it'll come there way. She leans slightly over and sprays a small portion on Tank towards his thigh. Maybe it's some sort of burning propellant. There's a part of a chain that was stuck to his thigh as soon as she sprayed it slowly slipped off his thigh.

"Oh." Ani smiles. She removes the sword for a fraction of a second to spray her hands before replacing the sword and tucking the can into her pocket. She will have to search the man more thoroughly, but here was not safe. She glances to the sky seeing her world darkening and the 1st of the 4 moons coming out. It will be dark and very cold soon. They had at least a day's walk.

"Get up."

He moves his head just a fraction, just in time. The blow hits his jaw and cheek instead of his lips. It hurts like hell but he will not give her the satisfaction of knowing it. "Look, I'm sorry about the foul commentary. I was trying to distract you. 10 seconds more and this would not be how this fight ends. Do whatever you have to in war right? That's why you slaughter men in their sleep despite my having gotten them to only fight in battle, not commit any of the heinous stuff."

He stops dead when she begins to move past where she nudged his blade. "I understand being pissed and worried...Wary. But I can do nothing til you release me. That weapon is more precious to me than you can know. I would rather it in the hands of my enemies than left to rust away in the middle of nowhere. Do what you have to but I am not moving unless it moves with us."

Ani ignored his little comment about killing me in their sleep. The hint at her having no honor isn't lost on her, but she doesn't comment. What does she care what he think? He's a barbaric man with no honor of his own. Why else would they take what wasn't there. Plus she didn't believe him anyways. She had seen with her own eyes some of the things the men did to the women they caught whether they were resistance or not. She would believe his lies.

She stops and stares at his axe understanding the love one could have for a weapon. She sighs and the only thing he could do was run away. She would easily catch up with him and with his eyes on her and his axe she would throw it deep into the woods not caring where it went. She smiled at the thought and went to the edge of their clearing. The axe wasn't even fully out of the clearing and she grasped it looping it through a loop in her pants. "That way," she commands having retrieve his weapon but for herself to use.

He nods his appreciation, moving slowly behind her, careful of his balance. It is darker now. They fought longer than he expected. His train of thought wanders, thinking this would be much faster if they were on his bike. He can't seem too eager to get where they are going though. He wonders why she didnt strip him of his gadgets. Were it him in her position she would be naked, and all all possible game changers gone. They are on the opposite side of his semifree hand, and right now his helmet can't help him so it doesn't really matter. Unless he wants to call in the cavalry way too early...He'll have to accept defeat.

He wonders how they learned to fight so well. What their training must be like. He would love to learn with them. Too bad it is unlikely to ever happen. The beauty she showed, he can't help but think about the traditions he has heard. He wonders if she thought he fought well enough to bring him to her bed later. Probably not with that look of disgust on her face after his string of questions concerning it.

She didn't seem to accept his explaination either. So he walks along behind her, trying to keep some idea of where they are going. He watches the way her hips swell to, swaying side to side. He can't help but get kind of hard thinking about her and the glimpses he caught during and after their battle.

They walked for a bit, but when the trees and woods got really dense she motioned for him to follow her. If he ran off he'll more than likely get lost or probably run off one of her mountains; her home planet was known for their sudden drop offs. Though she was instructed to capture him, but if he runs off a cliff she can't stop that. He's an idiot for running off the cliff what did they expect.

"Strip. Get in."

She cut patches of his clothes off him and threw it behind her. She cut off his belt and threw that with his clothes. There were parts with chain and goo and she slipped out her cuffs, the unbreakable except with a certain password ones, and held them. She slipped one cuff on to his wrist and motioned for him to continue stripping. As soon as both hands were behind him to take slide off his boxer, yes she wanted him all the way naked, she slipped the other cuff onto his arm behind him.

Feeling at ease with his massive hands cuffed behind him she sprayed the solvent on him and released the rest of the chains, and clothes from his body. "Wash. You stink." She motioned to the lake as she started digging through his equipment unbeknown to her about his tracking chip in his mouth; tooth. She destroyed everything and his clothes were ripped to shreds. She would find replacement clothes, but it would be nice for him to be vulnerable for a bit.

"Well you don't smell that great yourself lady. What do you expect? I'm 400 pounds of muscle. We just spent 10 or 15 min fighting for all we are worth in 90 degree heat. I was in body armor as well. What's your excuse?"

He doesn't wait for a reply, wading out a few feet then begining to swim, using his feet to propel him. How else is he supposed to get clean? She's too busy shrdding his shit. He hopes she is at least smart enough to leave his boots. He has tough feet but this would be ridiculous. He swims back in with a bit of a scowl.

"I still stink like a hog. I'll need help. If you didnt destroy it yet there is a bottle of washing gel in there. Small, green, smells of mint." He kind of grins at the thought of her hands sliding over his body, over his genitals and the rest of him. His cock begins to stir even more, lengthening and thickening. He is slowly getting to his full size of 8 inches long, 4 1/2 wide at its thickest.

Ani ignores him which seems to be the usual for them at the moment. He makes stupid comments and she ignores the hell out of him. She starting to hope he doesn't open his mouth ever again, but she knows that's not going to happen. She waves him to the water, but he doesn't just dunk himself he actually goes out a bit and swims. She laughs inwardly at the absurdity as she continues destroying the rest of his stuff.

She looks him over this time with something akin to disgust. "Fine." She grabs some leaves and pulls off her clothes as she enters the water. She gets close to Tank and rubs the leaves over his arms, chest, and stomach; just about everywhere, but that thickening part of him that makes him male. "You don't want to smell like anything. You want to have no smell. Or the predators will hunt us or people can track us."

She rubbed herself as well with the leaves. "Also is that the longest you get." She stares pointedly at his cock. She giggles than starts to laugh though deep down she realizes he is one of the biggestw she seen. She wades back to the shore and reclothes herself in her sweaty clothes. Her clothes sticking to her. "Come." There is just a pair of boots for him and that is all.

They walk a little bit and they come to a small outpost that unless you know what to look for your eyes glaze over it. She motions him inside as they watch a girl and guy fight. She knows the two and wants to warn them of their prescence, but doesn't want to interrupt the fight. She hands tank a pair of traditional warrior pants and a shirt of her people. She also changes with her back to him.

At the end of the fight the girl is standing over him and it's clear he's been beaten. She bends down and grabs him by his throat kissing him hard. She falls on top of him and Ani pushes Tank away from the scene.

"What is going on?" Tank asks.

"Warriosr fight here for honor, integrity, and the challenge. Once beaten the victor can demand the night of the one she or he beaten. It helps if you have a crush on someone. Or the victim can beg servitude for one week which usually includes sex and being taught what they had been beat with. This helps when you need to learn something and don't mind swapping your skills for sex." Ani stops. She had spoke just automatically, but she had told him a bit about their customs. She turned and looked at Tank "But it's for people with honor and integrity. You and yours have none!"

"Lady, I've read up on your people. Your men are maybe half my size. If you are trying to hit me, try not to be ridiculous about it?" Tank moves at her order to go then, covering his genitals to protect them from any thorns and branches. He dons the pants, carrying the shirt. How can he put it on with his hands manacled?

He watches the couple fighting, trying to see how their bodies flow, learning what he can. He turns to her only when they begin to move away. He scowls at her. "Bullshit. You do not know me, do not know my men. Every person has their own sense of what honor is. From what I have read your code and that which I enforce with my crew are very similar. Do not kill unless necessary. Do not rape. The punishment is death. A punishment I deal out myself with the axe you now carry. Steal from your mates you get a drubbing from your peers. Second offence you are banished. I run my business on a code built long ago by the Vikings. You'd have no idea of whom I speak about."

"In what fantasy world is that not honorable? Shit. The only reason I'm trying to kill you people is honor. I signed a contract, just like you did. I said I'd come and fight on the befalf of Megacorp. They didn't tell me they were screwing you. They have been fair to me though. I have no way to go back on my word without being as bad as they are. I refuse to do that. How could I expect what I demand from my men if I do not follow it?"

He looks down at his shackled hands, testing the strength therein idly. "You people have have not noticed that in the last several months the raping and needless killing has stopped? At least mostly? You haven't noticed that they no longer wantonly destroy encampments unless attacked first?"

He shoots another glare at her, daring her to think, and deny it, but gives her no chance to interject. "I do it not because I have love for yur people or because others say I must. I do it because -I- say I must. Because -my- honor would be tarnished if I did any less."

He laughs thinking about her seeming to wish to disillusion him about any rights he may think he has. She wants to be a bitch? He can be a dick too. "Look. You fought ok. Well even. I wasn't trying to kill though. My attacks were calculated to keep you whole as possible for interrogation. That is why you won. No other reason."

"As to the taking me for a night or me wishing to serve you for a week? Dream on. You couldn't handle me for an hour let alone a night. A week...You're dreaming. While the fighting style looks cool your techniques didnt beat me. Luck did. Besides that, I submit myself to no one except under my terms. You aren't that hot anyways. So don't you worry your pretty little head about me trying to get in your pants."

Ani continue leading the way. She's half listening to Tank and activating her ear set. She's trying to get one of the Mother's attention without getting Tank's attention as what she's doing or how they communicate. She needs to know if they're going to ransom him or killhim. She's opting for killing him. She waves away his curses and while he's yelling she turns back angry yelling while he's talking.

"Bullshit! I speak no bullshit! I know you men all of you are shit eaters on our planet. Nasty, dirty, dogs! If you work for evil and your good do you still think your good?" She laughs harshly. "You're still evil. What would be honorable is to know that the right thing to do would be to get them to stop! NOT help them! What kind of stoopid (she's still learning their slang) shizno thought is that?" She waves her hands in the air and continues stomping through the densest part of the woods. The greenery is everywhere and instead of push her way she flows with it so it's barely discernible where she going; as long as he keeps his eyes on her he won't lose her.

"My tribe kills all women and children. I'm one of their best warriors. I know my tribe is wrong. But I have honor because I don't kill the women and children just trap them. WRONG!" She turns to him with fire in her eyes and points a finger in his hard chest. "You are just as wrong as the tribe. You are just as evil. You are disillusioned." She shakes her head. "Can't believe I almost honored you like a warrior."

She stomps off at a faster pace. This part of the forest was dangerous so she wasn't as worried about losing him and at this point she wanted to lose him. She didn't hear or care that the rapings had stopped or lessened. Did he think it hurt less? That the women that had come back were less traumatized? Did he think that they thought it was HIS doing or THEIR doing by being more smart and less trusting. NO. He wants to trake credit for their hard earned lessons. The foreign men were not to be trusted ever.

She stopped when he spoke about her fighting skills. She didn't move an inch. She just stood with her back to him. When he was done with his little rant she looked over her shoulder at him. "I was trying not to kill you but take you down. My attacks were also calculated to not kill as I was ordered." She shrugged and continued stomping through the forest letting her words carry back to him. "Luck is for the good, for the ones chosen by Naila. If luck beat you then I am honored she felt the need to help me."

"AND do not get our customs confused with your lusts. You are not of honor. You are not a warrior. You are a prisoner a captive and you have no rights. I would rather give myself over to be Rohali's wife and never fight or have freedom again than let you filthy shit eaters anywhere near my body. Including you." She ducked down under the underbrush and almost disappeared as she walked on to a small secluded island that she had in mind for holding someone.