There's one thing certain about amazons...

"I won't lie to you and say my terms will be easy, especially for such a proud warrior as yourself..." You say, while eyeing your beautiful opponent. She's clearly weary from your fight by now, but even with her body all flustered and covered with sweat she's still every bit as attractive as the first time you saw her.

A certain fierceness return to her eyes as she notice how you're looking her over however, and her lips forms into a snarl while she's making ready to lunge at you one final time.

"At least consider." You tell her, while giving some ground so at least she can get free of the corner you've pushed her up against. You haven't even told her your actual terms yet, but can tell that her guess is fairly spot on, and you try and calm her with your most gentle voice. "Remember well that I'm far from unreasonable. And that your sacrifice would benefit the entire of your tribe..."

"Then you know nothing about us!" She growls, and suddenly jumps you without the slightest concern for her own life. It is more out of luck than any actual skill that you manage to block her attack, without also impaling her on your sword, and you can relate to the surprise on her face when you reverse the strength in her leap to send her sprawling into the muddy ground.

"Well enough..." You inform her, while kicking the blade away from her hand, and point your own to her slender neck. "To know that you would never even look to a man, unless he'd first defeated you in combat."

"That's... not the truth of it..." She whispers defiantly, but remains on her back while your warriors start cheering for your win. "And it doesn't matter now... Unless you can show me some mercy, with the edge of your blade..."

"Nothing good would ever come out of that." You object, while shaking your head at her. "If my terms are so impossible to meet, I'd still rather give you time to think than to pointlessly take your life."

"They're already expecting you to have your way with me now..." She whispers as the hollering from your forces grow wilder, and you guess that even a human like her can make perfect sense out of the obscene gestures provided by some parts of the crowd.

"Yes, of course." You admit, and watch with some regret as she steels herself for the worst. She doesn't try to **** your hand at least, but simply closes her eyes and lies back in the mud while the tip of your sword traces the curves of her chest through the front of her clothes...