An Amazon warrior

One of the creature hissed and crouched, clearly about to attack. As it launched forward, it was suddenly stopped halfway through by a spear piercing through its throat and sticking in a nearby trunk. The feral beast was still wiggling around and clawing at the air weakly, but it was clearly not going to recover from that. The second deinonychus flinched swiftly to face its new opponent with a menacing growl.

A few feet away, the newcomer was a tall, athletic woman with long, wavy jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. She was also entirely naked, her whole body exposed to Lara's admiring view. Her skin was evenly tanned, with several scars crossing her limbs and belly. Sweat was pearling on her well-sculpted muscles, and even though she was quite obviously an adult in her late twenties to early thrities, there was not a single hair on her whole body bellow the neck. The red five pointed star on her forehead and yellow figure resembling an eagle across her chest were probably warpaints. She was beautiful and intimidating, but the fact remained that, having thrown her spear at her first opponent, she was now only holding a wooden shield covered with what looked like dinosaur leather and scales.

The remaining dinosaur charged at her with its bare teeth and claws reaching out for her, and for a moment the archeologist thought her saviour was done for... but the stranger simply punched the wild beast in the maw then bashed it to the ground with her shield. Then she ignored it entirely and walked toward the British woman as the predator was clumsily straightening up and running away.

A gentle smile appeared on her dark full lips as she bent over to lend Lara a hand. Lara was captivated by this sublime face, those huge round tits hanging barely one feet away from her eyes as well as those well sculpted shoulders and arms, and thick thighs. Never before had she questioned her sexuality as much as right now. No, she wasn't wondering if she was attracted to girl, she had been aware of that for long. It was more that she was used to fall for relatively feminine women, at least compared to her, and be the butch one of the relationship. There had been exceptions, of course, and notable ones at that. But it was the first one that she felt this instantly and strongly drawn toward someone who so utterly outbutched her. Flushing, she accepted the help to get to her feet and was even more impressed when she realised that, even though she wasn't short herself, this black haired goddess was towering one head over her. The woman then spoke, and Lara was dumbfounded when she realised she understood parts of her speech. During her studies, she had learnt Ancient and a little bit of Modern Greek. It sounded like the stranger was speaking another language desending from the Aeolic dialect. From what she could gather, she was asking if she was okay.

"Uh... Yeah, I'm fine." she replied hesitantly in what she hoped was close enough to her mother tongue to be intelligible, even though the British woman had mostly learnt the Attic dialect.

The black haired woman looked surprised, her beautiful blue eyes widening from the shock "Oh! It's not often that an [outsider?] can understand the language of the [Grandmothers?], let alone speak it. I hope you..." Lara couldn't get anything from the few following words, before her saviour exclaimed "But I forgot to present myself!" She struck her forearms against each other. "Call me Dayane. I am [Thavmagyné? Wonder Woman?] of my tribe."

"My... erm... My name is Lara Croft. I am an archeologist." Seeing Dayane frowning, apparently not understanding the word, she explained "I study ancient relics to understand how people of the past lived."

"I see! A noble quest no doubt." she replied with a bright and sincere smile on her face again. She went to her spear to retrieve it from the tree. "Did you come alone? We need to take shelter before [nightfall?]"

Lara bit her lips. "I... A man brought me here, but he died."

Dayane nodded. "I see. He wouldn't have survived long in this land anyway, it is not a welcoming place for [men? trash?]. Anyway, if you are ready, then we can go."

"Wait! I lost my weapons in the fight with those creatures, I need to find them back before we go!"

The black haired woman pouted. "Are you talking about arms of fire? Forget it, they don't work in this land. [Outsiders?] keep bringing them to this place and are [?] when they realise they are useless here. But if you are used to ranged weapon, maybe you can use a bow."

The British woman was a little bit skeptical and recovered the guns anyway before following her. "Oh, yes, I've trained in archery."