Ixtli regarda le mâle pendant qu'il parlait, les mains en l'air pendant qu'elle terminait le reste de la pomme qu'elle ramassait; jetant le noyau vers l'arrière sur le sol derrière elle avalant le dernier morceau, elle pointa la fin de son puissant club de bois sur la poitrine d'Artemis en avertissement. Sa main libre repose à la fin de sa dague obsidienne à lames, qui était à peine quatre pouces de long mais plus tranchante que n'importe quel acier qu'ils transportaient ; bien que fragile et inefficace dans le choc direct.
"Si yeri qosarvenikh, anha a coupé yeri zhor ma manger anna."
(Si vous mentez, je vous couperai le cœur et je le mangerai.)
Le laissant avec cet avertissement, la femme se redressa, trouvant un endroit isolé dans l'angle de la pièce où elle décida de s'asseoir avec ses jambes croisées sur le sol en bois; examinant son club pour tous défauts son rasoir affûté couteau obsidien légèrement flétrissant des bandes du bois qu'elle jugeait inutiles en espérant qu'elle avait également eu son arc sur elle avant d'être amené de force dans ce monde.
Name: Ixtli
Time Period: 1,260 BC
Age:24
Height:6'1
Weight:180lbs
Favourite Weapon:Wooden ball club
Bio/Personality:Ixtli was born on the remote and infamous Amazonian Islands at the height of their civilization, however she wasn't born on the main Isle but instead on a smaller spit of land forty miles away; the terrain changing from the slightly flat open plains and large fields to a dense and savage jungle. Hers was the largest and most dominant tribe on the Isle and like the mainlanders it was comprised of all women save for a few captives for reproductive purposes. The only other inhabitants were a small offshoot tribe of around twenty no threat to Ixtli's group of a hundred and twenty, they were trained from birth to hunt and stalk the forests, and disputes were often settled with blood; this made each woman a formidable fighter.
A surprise came to the tribe in the form of Greek explorers, a small band of warriors seeking a way to sneak around the more powerful mainland for Greek armies; the group numbered only fifty including the crew of the ship. The welcoming was less than hospitable as both groups had no trust for one another, the Greeks were massacred and their ship ripped apart; bringing iron weapons and tools to the tribe. However one of the sailors had survived the battle and managed to get back to his homeland to tell of the slaughter, a full year later a half dozen ships arrived around the small isle. This time bringing soldiers numbering twice that of the tribe, so Ixtli and all the warriors of the tribe awaited the men; ambushing them as the jungle confused and separated the usually well formed army. However they eventually pushed the tribe back to their village, leading to the near extinction of her people in a final battle; including Ixtli herself who chose to stay and die with honor. The Greeks leaving with only a hundred men including those wounded, their extra ships looted again by the survivors allowing them to rebuild the nearly destroyed wiped out tribe.