Leaving a spray of sand behind you, you bolt off toward the alien horizon. The giantess stands between you and your ship, but perhaps if you made a circle. Or, you could distract her in some way; 'they may be big but if looks count for anything they're even more stupid than the women on your plan...' An explosion in the earth before you reminiscent of a howitzer shell striking a hostile beach stops all your schemes in their tracks as well as you. You're mindful to keep both hands in the air and look peaceable as you turn around. You may still have the superior intellect, but without technology how could you match the power of even the simplest child toy.
The young amazon slips another stone into her slingshot. Her eyes never leave you as she walks forward, every thundering foot step making your 'act' of meekness more convincing. Now outside the sun's glare you get a better look at the giant child, a being that, were she human, you'd guess to be around eight years of age. Her skin is deeply tanned, not unexpected on a planet practically hugging the nearest star with its orbit. Her hair is an earthen red, but wild and unkempt like a brush fire. Hide clothing draping her titan's body bore evidence that there dwelt monsters on this world at least as big as she. The one which accounted for the larger part of her vest scared Mike the most, for he cold see its dead talons dangling alongside the girl like a primitive fashion statement -- the smallest was two feet long if it was an inch.
While you wait for the proven dominant life-form to approach, you slyly hook up your PD(phonics detection) system. Knowledge could give you just the edge you need. “...ink I'll take him home for dinner,” or just tell you things you don't want to know. Before you can react to your newfound fear you find yourself in the shadow of the amazon once more, this time with no laser pistol and no hope of escape. You can't help but cringe from her dirty tom boy fingers as they encircle you, but you are wise enough not to attempt another escape. Images of the velociraptor, head plucked off like a berry from a vine, return to you and your mind, sadist as always, paints you into its place. Replays of you trapped under the girl's toes as she tweaks your skull from your spine assault you as the hand whisks you into the air.
Instead of taking you immediately up to her face for inspection, she stalks over to a nearby boulder. House size for you but stool size for her she sits and holds you beneath her curious gaze, hands brought together to form a platform of flesh on which you can stand.
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