Amazonia: Powerless at the Hands of Solomon Grundy by sgtjohn on DeviantArt
The first reports had been scattered—dockworkers whispering about a pale giant moving through the shipping district, doors torn from hinges, steel warped like paper. By the time the calls reached her, the damage had already begun to spread.Amazonia found him in the alleyways near the waterfront.Solomon Grundy.He didn’t speak. He didn’t reason. He simply turned toward her, massive frame looming, and charged.What followed wasn’t clean or graceful—it was a brutal, ground-shaking clash. Brick walls cracked. Steel dumpsters were hurled like toys. Amazonia met him blow for blow, her strength keeping pace with his unnatural power. For every strike she landed, he answered with one of his own. Neither gained ground. Neither yielded.Until—finally—she did.With a surge of force, Amazonia pivoted, caught him off balance, and drove him down. The impact thundered through the street as Grundy slammed onto his back—the first time she had taken the towering brute off his feet.She didn’t hesitate.In one fluid motion she followed him down, straddling his waist, planting herself firmly over him. Her fists came down in a rapid barrage—controlled, precise, but devastating. Each blow snapped his head to the side, his body absorbing the punishment as she pressed the advantage.Then… stillness.Amazonia slowed, breath steadying. She reached down, gripping the torn lapels of his jacket, holding him in place as she studied his face..."Is... is he down for good?"His gray, lifeless features made it impossible to tell. No breath. No expression. No sign of pain. Amazonia leaned over slightly and looking down at his face...“Are you still ali—”Solomon Grundy's eyes snapped open.Before Amazonia could react, his massive left hand surged upward—faster than something his size had any right to move—and clamped around both of her wrists, crushing them together in a single iron grip.Amazonia gasped.Amazonia's bracers crossed under the pressure of his hand, pinned tight against each other—her wrists forced together, bound by his strength.And then Amazonia felt it.A cold, ancient pact taking effect..."No… The Amazon Curse!!!"“If an Amazon’s wrists are bound by a man… that Amazon's strength is forfeit.”It hit instantly. Amazonia's renowned strength vanished.Not fading, or gradually subsiding—gone.Amazonia pulled, strained, tried to wrench free—but the strength that had moments ago driven a monster into the pavement was no longer there. Her muscles answered her, but only as a normal mortal woman's would.Solomon Grundy felt and noticed it.Something in Amazonia's resistance had changed.Significantly. Lessened.His dead gaze then flicked upward at the beautiful Amazon struggling to break free from his hold, when a minutes ago, she was on the verge of delivering a death blow to him, and in that moment—Solomon Grundy understood her dilemma, and sought to capitalize on it.With his right hand, Solomon Grundy reached toward Amazonia's waist.Amazonia realizing the swamp monster's next stratagem and intent, Amazonia redoubled her efforts, twisting, fighting with everything she had left, managing to wrench her left wrist partially free—Amazonia twisted, fighting with everything she had left, managing to wrench her left wrist partially free—Too late—the moment had passed.Solomon Grundy's fingers closed around Amazonia's "Golden Girdle of Gaea", the source and secret to Amazonia's renowned and extraordinary Amazon strength while in the "World of Man" when away from her home of Paradise Island.With a single, forceful motion, Solomon Grundy tore the girdle free from Amazonia's slender waist—the gleaming smooth gold metal sliding away as if it had never belonged to her at all.The golden strap that had cinched her waist was gone.“NO—My Magic Belt!!!”Grundy raised her magic belt in his massive hand, faint blue energy crackling along its surface as he held it up before her.Amazonia froze—shock and disbelief crashing over her all at once.Her eyes locked onto her magic belt, her right wrist still trapped in the crushing grip of Solomon Grundy’s enormous hand, and the realization struck her harder than any blow she had endured during their battle.Everything she had used to bring him down… every advantage she had fought to gain… the very strength that the innocent depended on and criminals feared…—Gone.Held fast atop the undead brute, Amazonia could only struggle uselessly as panic crept into her voice.“L-Let go of me… You… You vile fiend!!!”“Gasp—!!! Without my magic belt… I’m completely powerless!!!”Beneath her, Solomon Grundy’s lips slowly curled as he began to rise, his voice low and grave as he began speaking...“Solomon Grundy… Born on a Monday…”
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