Direct Confrontation

Once the trio are disarmed and partially undressed, an equal number of Amazons leap out into the clearing.

"This is your best and brightest," the head Amazon said with a laugh, "They aren't even dressed for battle."
"Who are you," Debbie asks, trying to assert ourselves.
"We are your Superiors.
You are to us as your, let's say cattle, are to you. Something that serves a purpose, is traded like a cheap commodity and is vastly your inferior."

Lacey runs at the Amazon in front of her and throws a strong punch!
The punch would take down any woman (and most men).

The Amazon barely even reacts.

She responds by grabbing the Marine's outstretched arm and giving it an overhead twist, flipping the fit woman to the ground.
Her foot is placed onto Lacey's chest as she recovers from the shock and impact.

"Let's make it sporting," the rightmost Amazon says, "We have far advanced technology to them. Let's share it and make things even...ish."

She tosses a small, silver pistol to Jenni, who catches it, but immediately realizes that it is far heavier than it looks.

Angered and wanting to show up the cocky Amazon, she points it at its owner and pulls what looks like a trigger.

"Don't! It's a..."

Before she can finish, a shock goes through Jenni and she falls **** to the ground.
The Amazon has a good laugh.

"Just you and me," the Lead Amazon says, staring at Debbie.

She's half-dressed- in just a tank top, panties and socks- and not at all confident.
Even so, she's a Marine- dammit!

She...