His archer was a she, a woman – that much was obvious right from the get-go. He didn’t think he’d seen anyone like her, except possibly as some kind of fantasy art back on . . . back in . . . back where he came from. She was an Amazonian: that was his first thought. He was taller in this new body, he could tell, but even though he wasn’t yet sure of his own height, she might have been his equal. It balanced the lurid curvature of her caramel body with an intimidating aura of dominance. A long black bow hung around her, its black string tight across her cleavage.
