Isabel of House Rai couldn't believe this as she was lead through a massive camp by two armored women, wielding spears and shields. The kingdom is in chaos, her people scattered to the winds, and she herself captured, the Gods had played a cruel fate indeed for them all. The princess turned captive could only shake her head in disgust and shame. Neria, the homeland she loved, was tearing itself apart while suffering an invasion from the south by the fierce and ruthless Amazon army. If only her father, King Nazar had not died so soon in bed, he would've stopped all of this.
Instead, she had to watch ambitious fools like her siblings fight amongest themselves for the throne, leaving their nation open for outsiders to take advantage of. Isabel cursed them all sliently when she was escorted into an emerald tent. She was twenty years of age, standing at five feet and six inches tall, wearing a ruined purple cloak. Her skin was tannish like most of the Nerian people, with brown eyes, and the straight hair that reached to the shoulders was blue dyed as custom in the royal family. The torn cloak she wore only slighty hide her heatlhy and attractive figure when brought inside.
There in the center, Isabel spotted the Amazon warlord, Diara herself, a dark elven woman with sliver short cropped hair, wearing leather brown armor, sited upon an wooden, surrounded by dozens of officers and bodyguards in similar grab. With a grunt, Isabel was forced to her knees by the soldiers, before Diara who looked on with curiosity before saying.
"So you're the little Nerian princess I heard so much about lately. I been looking forward to this meeting."
"The feeling is not mutual, invader. Leave our land now so you won't suffer for this trespass." Isabel fired back, staring at the warlord in great defiance. She stood up, in further rebellion, causing the guards to knock her back down from behind. Clenching teeth, Isabel forced herself to the feet level again, suprsing most in the tent. Warlord Diara laughed, clearly amused with the captive's insolence and stopped the guards from striking her again with a raised hand.
"My, my the Nerian shows more coruage than her own men have done in battle so far. What do you think of this one, my dear?"
Said the warlord said turning toward her chief bodyguard and champion at her right hand.
There was a certain amount of respect that had to be paid to those who were in power. And everyone knew that sometimes powers had to taken by force. That was just the way that one particular female felt about things. She hated all who wanted to go against her queen. Those kind of people deserved nothing short of death. And she would be glad to do just that. Kill them all slowly.
The Queen's most loyal bodyguard and current champion looked upon the girl who was being taken to her queen. She was a tall thin yet muscular female. an evil person to her very core.She was a woman of few words. Ever silent yet incredibly crule and ruthless. Just like what was expected of someone like her. She looked at her queen when she spoke. She was happy to grin n an evil way. She had a lot of thoughts in her mind right now.
" I think she should be broken. I think she needs to learn just who she should be submitting to." She said to her queen now. She then she looked at the girl once again with a slighly sadistic sort of smile to her face.
"Indeed I believe so as well. You will have the pleasure of doing that Lyla." The Queen repiled before signaling her warriors to take their captive away and prepare her for what's to come. Isabel Rai, couldn't but help a shiver down her spine with the way Lyla stared at her as she was lead out.
A day later, the princess, stripped naked was brought to a huge size tent that hosted a combat circle painted red on the ground. Hundreds of Amazons stood all around it, cheering on for the upcoming event of the day. The warlord herself stood in front of the circle and gave a nod, that the guards answered by tossing Isabel into the circle. The princess got back to her feet, seeing Lyla in front of her, several feet away, wearing noting as well.
"By Amazon law, I hereby sentence Isabel of Neria to trial by combat against our favored champion Lyla. She will learn submission or embrace death, there is no other way." Queen Diara proclaimed, answered with a thunderous shouting and cheers for Lyla. Isabel came up to her feet, gotten into a combat stance with fists raised. She had been trained to fight within the Royal Family, bearing the pride of it on her defiant face.
At her Queens words she gave a smile. The warrior was very happy to hear what he queen said. She moved a hand though her hair. She was going to enjoy hurting this woman. She would look forward to the following day.
When the next day came she was reading herself for combat. As was her usual tradition she stayed a lone as much as she could. She then made her way to the fighting arena. She smirked to the girl who was then brought out before her. She was going to enjoy what was to come.
As he queen spoke she took her fighting pose. She was ready to take the girl on. " Come on then " she said to her. It seemed that she might give the girl a chance to strike first. That was how the woman tested all of her opponents. She liked to see their fighting styles.
Seeing that both combantants were ready Queen Diara shouted. "Begin" At that word, Isabel ever so willing to avenge her wounded pride, charged recklessly at Lyla. She came at her with jabbing both fists toward Lyla's face, yet those were feign attacks however. Instead she swung a spinning left kick, intending to knock the champion from the back of her legs.
The warrior just smiled when she saw the girl coming at her. She when tto block the fists from her face. That's when she saw her kick. With surprise speed she moved to dodge the kick. She was not able to to though. She stumbled over her kick but did not fall. She then tried to kick the other girl in the shin.
For a second, Isabel thought she had gained advantage, upon seeing Lyla stumble. Yet she didn't fall and instead struck back, hitting Isabel in the leg. The princess fell backward but rolled up swifty to her feet. With a battle cry she came at Lyla with a fast series of striaght punches toward the chest and stomach area.
The champion fighter just smirked when the girl fell. However she gave a frown when she got back to her feet. She swung at the fighter several times. Some of the fast punches hit her. However she swung right back going blow for bowl with the girl. She wasn't going to lose to someone like her.
This hurt like hell, Isabel thought, as her oppenent gave back every strike she thrown. The princess realized she won't last against this barrage of torment over her body. In respond, she drew back before tackling Lyla by the waist, trying to bring her down, but the champion's strength held true, keeping her standing. The Amazon Queen's smiled at the site, knowing Isabel was in for a world of hurt.
The hits that lyla received only served to make he want to hit harder and harder. She smirked when the girl backed up. She easily caught her as she was tackled. She the hit the girl very hard in the back with her elbow. She the would try to slam her down on the ground.
Crying out in agony, Isabel was caught off guard when slammed to the ground. As she laid there stunned, Queen Diara looked on, approving. She knew that Lyla will take her sweet time to make their captive suffer, just as they both wanted.
Lyla smiled as she heard the cry. Oh how she love to know that her foes were in pain. It made her want to hurt them all the more. As the girl laied there she tried to stomp on her back. She want to hear more of her cries.
Isabel shrieked in reaction and attempted to stand back. Gods she was trouble, the princess realized. Meanwhile the queen grew impressed at the young woman's stubborn spirt. Could Isabel actually become one of them, Diara asked herself. That remained to be seen, she concluded.
Lyla smiled seeing that the girl seemed to have a strong spirit about her. Well spirits and wills were meat to be broken. She would either submit or die. It didn't matter to her which came first. All that mattered to the warrior was winning this fight.
Isabel suddenly spinned with both legs, knocking Lyla off her feet and surprising the Amazons. Taking advantage of this chance, Isabel pounced onto Lyla, rolling with her on the ground and wrestling with her arms for control. The Queen wasn't concerned though, she seen had her champion fought far worse odds than this, both on and off the battlefield.
As she was knocked to the ground lyla frowned. Then the girl pounced on her. She resisted her fighting as she tried to gain control. She then tried to gab her arms and his her in the face with her head. She had done this to many foes before.
Isabel locked arms with Lyla, glaring at her with hatred. It didn't last long against Lyla's follow-up attack that struck the princess in the face. She cried out, letting all know of her new torment.
She loved that look she was given. she wanted her to hate her. Lyla now tried to throw the girl off her. She smiled at her cry of pain. She was not a pushover and the girlwas proving to be a problem to her.
Thrown off of her foe, Isabel laying on her side grasped on her forehead, that was actually bleeding a little bit. First blood had been drawn and it won't be the last. The princess struggle to stand back up, managing to get on her left knee, in front of Lyla. Queen Diara, watching on the sideways, sliently gestured for her champion to go on the attack.
Even lyla had to kind of shake her head slightly. She had whacked it against the her foe pretty hard. As she got to feet again she smiled. Her queen wanted her to attack. And she did just that. She tried to kick the girl several times. The last of those was aimed at her throat. She want to hurt her more.
Pain spiked in Isabel, when Lyla laid it into her with vicious kicks, causing the girl fall back down. Though she was able to block the last two, aiming for her throat. The princess counter-attack with an upward kick, targeting for Lyla's private area.
Kyle just smiled as her kicks hit. She didn't seem to care that she bocked the last two hits. She cringed as she was kicked in the crotch . She tried to put a bit of distance between herself and the other woman .
Isabel used Lyla's withdrawal to will herself back up. She gotten into an wrestling stance, staring daggers at her oppenent. "Come on, is that best you got?" The princess asked with a smirk.
Lyla just smiled at the girl. Of she had plenty more where that came from. She moved closer to the girl. She the tried to grab her by the arms and sling her to the ground.
Isabel repiled in kind, locking arms with Lyla. She held on tight, as the champion tried sling her back to the ground. She stayed on her feet when it ended and attempted grab Lyla in an headlock.
Lyla frowned when she found that she was not able to get the girl on the ground. Then the girls tried to put her in a a head lock. To try to counter then she shoved against her with all her might. She was going easy on her anymore.
Isabel found herself violently shoved back to the ground away from Lyla. Cursing in both pain and frustration, back up but only reach with one knee panting for air, right in front of the Amazon Champion. Her entire body, ached with torment and she was fatigued.
The Queen smiled wider, knowing of the brutal beatdown that will follow for the captive.
Lyla smiled as she looked at the girl. She then threw several hard punches at her. She was going to pound her until she submitted. That was how she treated all those who faced her.
Isabel cried out, as a series of punches rain down upon her. Knocked back down, the princess attempted to crawl away from Lyla.
Kyle gave a slightly sadistic laugh as she saw the girl fall. She did not relent in beating her though. She wanted the girl to suffer as much as possible.
The princess was renedered helpless before Lyla. She screamed and groaned with each new blow.
"Don't just punch the little whore. Torment her with your strength, remind us, your battleborn sisters why you are our champion!"
The queen called out, supported by the other Amazons with chants.
Lyla had planned to do more then just hit the girl. Though she knew that sometimes she took too much time in making her desions. She now tried to move to where she could try to bend the file arm backwards. She wanted to cause her even more pain.
"No..." Isabel begged in an whispered tone before screaming as her arm was bended back. The Amazons cheered their battle sister. While the fight was over the torment was only beginning.
Lyla smiled as she tried t o keep bending the girls arm back. She would then try to punch her hard in that shoulder. She wanted to keep on hurting her. This alone gave her great pleasure.
Isabel could only cry out louder with Lyla continuing to torment her. It was sweet music to the Queen's ears as she looked on.
Lyla smiled as she heard her scream now. " Louder they all can't hear you" she stated moving to try to put the girl in an even more painful position now.
The princess shrieked and shrieked like a trapped beast. Then her arm finally dislocated, causing Isabel to cry, her spirit was breaking.
Lyla smiled as she heard her crying out. Yes this was good very good indeed. She now tried to slap her in her face. Really she was going to keep hurting her untill she was told to stop. That was her job after all.
Isabel cried and whimpered, completely broken by this point. The queen looked on with approval, at her champion's success. She raised her arm, signaling Lyla to halt her torture.
"Well done Lyla, you have served us well always. Now let's welcome our new sister in arms...Isabel!"
The warriorness cheered at their queen's words. It was the Amazon way, those who have survived were shattered souls that were then reshape into becoming one of them.
"Go rest Lyla you have earned it. As soon as our conscript is made well, I want you to see to her training."
Of course the queen knew the champion will make the girl's life a living hell, she wouldn't have it any other way. That is how their fighters should be forged and she looked forward to their rematch
Lyla just smiled as she was told to stop. She released the girl and stepped back. She would do whatever she was told by her queen. She cheered with the others welcoming their new warrior. At least she would be when they were done with her. That was her job. She nod when she was told to rest. Though she could not help but grin when she was told that she would train the girl.
" As you command ." She said. She the made her leave knowing that the next fight between them would not be this easy. But she also knew that she would still win. She always win.
Isabel was dragged out of the combat circle by two guards. She tended to by one of the magic healers at a nearby tent and allowed to rest. The next day, dressed in an new leather sleeveless armor with matching mini skirt was escorted to Lyla's massive tent, befitting her status, and served as her home and training center.
The former princess no longer had any of the regal dignity she once possessed, her eyes remained downcast as she entered the tent of her tormentor.
Lyla meanwhile was inside her tent resting from some practice training that she had been doing. She was always sure to keep her body in tip top shape. She never wanted her status to falter.
As the girl entered her tent she stood and looked at her with a slight frown. She never smiled unless she was torturing others. She chose not to say anything just yet. She was just looking the girl over and secretly enjoying the defeated look she had about her.
The silence was uncomfortable to say the least for Isabel. She tried not to look up at her new trainer, but whimpered.
"What you want?"
Lyla smiled at her as she spoke. " We will begin training. You need to be in tip top shape to be a warrior. I will make you that way. " She said with an evil smile now.