If it's true that you can tell alot about someone by what they keep under their bed then you're in trouble, for the first thing you run into is a massive battle ax. The crescent blade of the thing, 30 feet from tip to curving tip, faces you killing edge first and you're running to fast to stop. Instead of it slicing you in half, however, you merely slam roughly against its iron mass. 'Apparently, it's designed more for brute strength than cutting precision,' you think as you stand up shakily from where the collision knocked you.
The thundering footsteps call your attention back to the outside and you peer through the gap afforded you by the raised bed. Beyond you see a sandaled pair of feet enter your shrunken world. They are monstrous, the size of minivans, their mass barely restrained to the soles below by tangled lashings of leather, like beasts imprisoned by knotted cords. Your breath catches in your throat when you see where her feet stop -- directly before your broken ship. A hand appears and the space-craft looks toy-sized beside it. Bracelets of tarnished bronze clatter as she pulls it up out of view. Above you hear the abrasive sound of metal being pried apart and see more wreckage of your ship falling down to join the rest on the floor.
When the Amazon discovers the craft is empty, she drops it to the ground where it smashes spectacularly in front of you, some of the debris even flying as far as the bed. Then you see her foot rise and stomp, smashing the ship as flat as a wrecking ball would have. She grinds the craft into the cave floor for a moment, its twisted metal squealing against the stone. "You bitch," you dare whisper under your breath, knowing now that you're stuck on this rock for good.
You consider a better hiding spot since the giantess obviously knows you're here, but before you have time to think her voice booms out across the cavern like underground thunder. "Garuthra! ed tras daza!" she says which you interpret as something like, 'I know you're here, little man!' You reach into your vest for the phonetic translator, almost fearing to put it on. You do anyway driven by curiosity and after a moment's pause you hear her once again. This time in English.
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