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                                            Juggernaut 

 

                   “When elephants battle, the ants get squished”                                          -Indian proverb 

        Cassliostro strode across the barren land with pride, the soles of her bare feet black with the soil of many distant lands. She had traveled far and defeated many enemies, with many yet to go before the tournament was finished. Her chest swelled with pride at the thought of her victories, her tawny breasts pushing like battering rams against the tiny cotton band that was her only clothing above the waist. Cassliostro saw the ring ahead. Her opponent was already there, as was the judge. She quickened her pace, half noticing the tiny bug she squished with her bare right foot… 

 Galen was ready to collapse from the cruel desert sun. His scouting patrol had taken him miles from the nearest shade, with nothing new to report. As he was about to turn around and return, a massive tremor hit the ground like a falling tree. Two more followed, each harder than the last. Galen turned to see an beautiful, 800 foot tall woman walking straight toward his village. In a panic he turned to give a warning, only to see another giantess of the same size approaching from the east. The giantess nearest Galen burst into a run at sight of the other, sending boulders flying with each titanic step. Suddenly, Galen found himself looking up at the sole of her bare right foot, a foot the size of a city block. In his last seconds, Galen realized the irony of it, to be killed by the shade in the middle of a desert…                                                                                                      

      Cassliostro threw down her pack and entered the ring. Her opponent, Excordionesia, did the same as each took their ready stance. They never took their eyes off each other as the waited for the judge to drop his flag into the ring. An eternity of wrath passed in each other’s eyes, untill at last the judge’s flag hit sand...       

 And the two women became fury incarnate...                   

The people of the village were startled by the deafening crashes at each end of town. As every citizen came outside, the briefly wondered why it was so dark just after noon, then marveled for a moment about the great red cloth that covered two blocks at one end. But their curiosity was replaced by sheer terror as the two giantesses charged in, squishing sixty people in their first two steps.  Chaos reigned as the whole town scattered in all directions in a mad crush to escape the merciless feet of the warring titans. But to no avail. The giantesses shoved, kicked, and grappled in every direction. Every street was filled with footprints where they stomped down like a rockslide, squishing people into toejam by the dozen, or squished entire households under the ball of their feet, twisting them into paste ever so slowly. People dived in all directions, trying desperately to avoid their fate. But the brutal bare feet of the giantesses rained down like guided missiles, reducing the tiny village to so much jello...                      

Cassliostro struck with all rage. There was no skill or artistry in her battle with Excordionesia, just adrenaline and hate for one another. Blows rained down with a feral thunder that could be heard for miles. There was no plan or strategy at work as the two women fought for their lives. The entire fight was a pure Darwinian bloodlust. And in a Darwinian land, Cassliostro was queen of the beasts. She rapidly gained ground on Excordionesia, twisting and throwing her in all directions. This was all too easy...   

  

      The people of the village were gripped in a massive panic as their city was ripped from its foundations by the merciless bare feet of the giantesses that waged war dozens of miles above them. The tiny mob split into a thousand screaming voices, each trying to save their own life. But to no avail. The village was worse than a war zone. It was a blender. Cassliostro’s left foot came down on the group of tiny people that ran for the front gates, squishing them between her colossal bare toes. Excordionesia smashed three houses to rubble as she charged forward. And as Cassliostro shoved her back, another six buildings and two hundred people got squished to paste under her soles as Excordionesia dug in her heels, ripping trenches into the ground that spanned five blocks of the village’s shattered remains. The people of the village had nowhere to run now. They were grapes in a wine press, and they knew it. All they could hope to do was die last and die quickly. Some actually ran to get better positions under the feet of the nearest giantess.  As Cassliostro advanced again, a crowd of forty rushed to get a place under the ball of her foot. They were squished instantly under her rough, dirty sole, a bitter prophecy of  their neighbor’s future. And as Excordionesia began her charge to meet her, two smaller mobs charged her titanic left foot in in similar fashion. The lucky first group reached the middle of her insole, and were squished to jelly in the blink of an eye. The second group was not so fortunate. They were caught between the giantess’s toes, and were slowly squished to toejam over a series of steps. A few of them were still intact enough to see Cassliostro’s mammoth right breast before they were squished against it by Excordionesia’s shattering roundhouse kick. Cassliostro unleashed a cruel barrage of scratches, kicks, and twists on Excordionesia, bringing her to her knees with a force that leveled any tiny buildings that were still intact enough to repair. For a moment, there was a faint glimmer of hope to the villagers as Excordionesia was too weak to stand. They knew the fight would soon be over. They thought the few remaining survivors might live to rebuild. Until the sun was blotted out…                   

Cassliostro grinned with sadistic glee. She had her opponent right were she wanted her, now to finish her. Cassliostro seized Excordionesia by the neck and shoulder. With a great cry, Cassliostro flipped her into the air by her neck, executing a perfect windmill slam...                                                               

 The villagers all looked up in terror. There was no point in avoiding it. Trying to outrun a blow like this would be like trying to outrun a nuclear explosion. The best any of them could do was admire their view of Excordionesia’s battered hips through her vented leather skirt for the three seconds before it squished them all to oil stains. There was a reverent pause, a moment to pray…       

…And Excordionesia’s body struck like Wormwood itself, covering two thirds of the village. Any villagers not squished under her body were thrown six blocks by the shockwave, which leveled all remaining structures and raised a dust cloud that blacked out all visible objects, except one.       

The giantess Cassliostro standing victorious over her fallen foe...    

 

      Cassliostro’s dirty, bloodstained hands grasped the victory medallion like a jealous lover. She sneered as Excordionesia crawled away, holding her ribs in pain. It would be a mortal wound, and Cassliostro knew it. With pride. As she left the arena, Cassliostro saw a few tiny dots slowly coming toward her, stopping at her monstrous bare toes. As she squinted, Cassliostro saw that they were the last five survivors of the tiny village.      

“Hey,” they yelled up to her, “will you help us?”     

“WHY SHOULD I?” Cassliostro answered them, her voice booming like a thousand cannons, “YOUR VILLAGE WAS HARD ENOUGH TO DESTROY THIS TIME.”     

 “You mean you knew we were underfoot that whole time?” they asked in a mix of awe and disbelief.     

“OF COURSE I DID,” Cassliostro replied, “IT WAS THE FIRST THING I NOTICED WHEN I ENTERED THE RING. AND IT MADE THINGS MUCH MORE FUN, TRYING TO USE MY OPPONENT’S BODY AS A WEAPON OF GENOCIDE.”     

 “H-How, how could you?” the tiny people asked Cassliostro, “how could you trample us for the sake of a fight?”     

 Cassliostro threw back her head and laughed, then looking down, she raised her bare right foot above them. “LOOK AT THE SOLES OF MY FEET,” she ordered them. “THESE ARE THE SOLES OF A WARRIOR! I’VE NEVER WORN SHOES IN MY LIFE, EVER. AND I’VE SQUISHED EVERY SINGLE ANT I’VE EVER SEEN. YOU AND YOUR TRIBE ARE FAR WEAKER THAN ANTS. I’M FIGHTING IN A TOURNAMENT TO DETERMINE THE NEW QUEEN OF MY PEOPLE’S EMPIRE. THREE MORE VICTORIES AND I WIN. NO WAY WOULD I LOSE MY BATTLE FOR ROYALTY TO SPARE SOME LITTLE SHOD VERMIN LIKE YOU. IN FACT, WHEN I WIN I  THINK I’LL GO ON A QUEST TO SQUISH YOUR WHOLE RACE UNDERFOOT. BUT YOU FIVE WILL MAKE A GOOD START FOR NOW.”      

The five tiny people were too weak to run. All they could do was watch as Cassliostro’s big, bad, bare foot came down on them, and hope she hadn’t stepped on anyone they knew. She brought her foot down flat, catching them all at once, then applied slow pressure and twisted her foot from side to side. Cassliostro was satisfied with the pleasure she got from squishing them, and the feeling of having dozens of tiny squished stuck to her bare soles as she walked off  toward the east and her next fight.        

    

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