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Fighting.
That’s what Cassie’s damn good at, and one tends to like the things they do well.
She may not be an Amazon by bloodline, heritage, or upbringing, but she has become one by intense training and experience. Few women have the luxury of being welcomed into the Amazons' fold, and fewer succeed there as she has. As a skinny little blonde in a sea of tall, shapely raven- and chestnut-haired beauties, “privilege” doesn’t even begin to cover it -- and despite the differences, Cassie stands amongst them as an equal, perfectly capable of living up to them, even surpassing them.
... Most of the time, anyway.
Cassie comes to a rolling stop, bouncing off the ground and sliding a rough twenty feet before stopping on her stomach.
“Son of a,” she breathes, as she hefts herself up. There’s no time to stop and access damage; if she’s broken a bone, she’ll know in the next few seconds. She gets her shoulders up, gets a foot on the ground, and then she’s up again in a flash, dirtied but not down.
She looks up at her opponent and scoffs. “Did you really think one punch would work?”
Judging by the flabbergasted look on the beast’s face, yes, he did. He really did.
“No, but two might,” Cassie shoots back.
And so it does.
That’s what Cassie’s damn good at, and one tends to like the things they do well.
She may not be an Amazon by bloodline, heritage, or upbringing, but she has become one by intense training and experience. Few women have the luxury of being welcomed into the Amazons' fold, and fewer succeed there as she has. As a skinny little blonde in a sea of tall, shapely raven- and chestnut-haired beauties, “privilege” doesn’t even begin to cover it -- and despite the differences, Cassie stands amongst them as an equal, perfectly capable of living up to them, even surpassing them.
... Most of the time, anyway.
Cassie comes to a rolling stop, bouncing off the ground and sliding a rough twenty feet before stopping on her stomach.
“Son of a,” she breathes, as she hefts herself up. There’s no time to stop and access damage; if she’s broken a bone, she’ll know in the next few seconds. She gets her shoulders up, gets a foot on the ground, and then she’s up again in a flash, dirtied but not down.
She looks up at her opponent and scoffs. “Did you really think one punch would work?”
Judging by the flabbergasted look on the beast’s face, yes, he did. He really did.
“No, but two might,” Cassie shoots back.
And so it does.