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The soldiers
attacked, and Melosa saw twenty men of the First Order and the
Conqueror of all Greece
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army. Soon the Amazons joined the melee, and Queen Melosa fought
side by side with someone she always had considered an enemy to the
Nation. It was the first time she had the opportunity to witness
the fighting skills of this famed woman whose sword easily sliced
through three opponents at a time while never letting the blonde
woman on her right out of sight.

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When
the numbers of attackers and defenders about one and a half
candlemarks later began to even out, the Conqueror stopped an arrow
merely a hand’s width away from Melosa’s throat, and
gutted a man trying to attack her from behind without even looking.
Then she threw her chakram to intercept another arrow aimed at the
Amazon Queen.

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Thus
distracted she wasn’t able to hinder a spear piercing the
right shoulder of her companion. The blonde who until then showed a
respectable level of staff mastery went down. The Conqueror froze
in her movement, and a sword thrust against her armour. A cry only
just resembling a name escaped her lips, and a wave of energy
seemed to wash through her whole body.

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With
the still silvery shining round chakram in one hand and the blood
stained sword in the other, she now hacked her way through the
enemy soldiers, and soon not one was left standing. The battle was
over within candledrops. But not before one of them managed to kill
a horse who collapsed on top of the blonde woman and impaled the
spearhead even further.

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The
Conqueror was oblivious to everything and everybody but her injured
friend. Somehow, she managed to get her out from under the
horse’s corpse. Tears were running down her face, she shook
her head, and began gently touching the right side of the
woman’s body. There were many fractured bones as far as
Melosa could see but being no healer herself, she was certain the
woman was dead.

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The
fearsome warrior reached for a pouch between the folds of her
battle dress, and fed the blonde some drops of a thick greenish
liquid. She sliced the spear’s shaft with her chakram careful
not to move the tip, and then she took linen straps soaked them
with another liquid and pressed them slowly around the iron tip
still impaled in the woman’s shoulder. Only then, the
Conqueror raised her head and took record of the extent of the
disaster all around her. Some of her men were obviously dead, all
the others injured, and only about ten of Melosa’s Amazons
were in any kind of condition to tend to the
wounded.