Green things

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It's a little surprising, and scary, how quickly you manage to rip the knife on your arm out of it's sheath and pivot away from the pile of green vines until you're facing the same tree that you had seen that green blur disappear behind. Your right arm tenses briefly as you squeeze the camo covered metal grip and carefully scan over the surrounding area. Once finished, you stop and look back over the site again, taking even more time to double check everything again. In case you missed something. In case your head wound screwed with your vision in some way.

Still though, as you slowly picked apart every little detail of the immediate forest, there was nothing you could see in it that called for concern, and even still after that you continued searching. Finally though, after staring into the endless expanse of sheer forestry for what seemed like hours, you at last turn away from the vines just as they seemed to be starting to shift about before your eyes.

Just when you finish brushing the green blur off as nothing though, a faint throbbing reappears once more in the back of your head while you turn back to the pile of vines and start climbing.

"Damned morons!" The sound of guttural noises and other harsh grunts filled your ears suddenly and you turn just in time, your eyes locking onto the familial glint of silver and moving backwards just in time for the sharp point of a very tribal looking spear to fly past you. A sharp gasp escapes you, a line of dark red and white appears across your chest and for a moment you don't even feel the new wound cut into your chest. More than that, you barely notice the cracking sound the spear makes as it pierces a nearby tree and is quickly imbedded into place.

The one big thing you do notice however is the thing that threw the spear. Rippling green flesh flexes and jiggles beneath your gaze as you stare at the first sign of sentient life you've seen since you woke up. Long bare legs and unbound, uncovered feet shift and move in front of you, thick muscular thighs and wide hips give way to a large bubble butt and a firm, well defined six pack holding aloft the largest, most supple set of tits you have ever seen, each one at least as large as your head with only a slight amount of sag. Soft white hide covered in white fur clings so tightly to her chest and groin, enough that it seems like her tits might pop out of her top from even a tiny jump in the wrong direction, on top of that the simple pair of underwear remains the only thing that covers her.

Following the image of emerald tinted skin up her shoulders you see a soft pointed chin, two small tusk-like teeth point up from her lips, soft brown eyes that seem misused on her scowling visage glare back at you and with a curt little grunt she flips her black, shoulder length hair over her left shoulder and huffs at you. The shaved sides of her head are the only spots on her head where she seems to have tattoos, each one black and without any specific shape to them that you can see.

"Don't touch the vines!" She growls again and steps towards you, her hands balling up into tight little fists. The muscles in her arms bulge hugely as she flexes and for a moment, when you actually think you can hear the grinding of her muscles tightening, you understand just how it is all those people were impaled against the trees.

"Surrender now human and I'll consider treating you better than the clan did for some of your 'friends'." On that note, this amazonian green woman slowly crouched down and raised her arms in an aggressive manner, each fist going high enough to be held above her head. Your eyes dart back and forth from her to the spears and people in the trees while she keeps pressing forward and it occurs to you...

Is surrendering to this woman a good idea?