Wonder Woman. Enyo's Revenge

Retaliation

The following morning Diana worked out in a gym, situated in the basement of her home. Clad in a blue leotard she was an exceptional vision of beauty, though no others were present to appreciate it, for Diana needed to be alone. Her fists pounded a punching bag that hung from the ceiling, while her mind toiled to make sense of what she thought was probably a dream, though it could be vision, or a message, but whatever its nature, it troubled her. Since waking that morning Diana had a clear memory of a visit to Olympia, where Zeus greeted her by asking if she was so tired of the affairs of man that she wished to reside with the gods. Diana ignored his question. "Why do you do nothing while Enyo wreaks havoc?"

The expression on the face of Zeus showed is annoyance. "Diana, have you learned nothing? Man doesn't need the incitement of a god to wage war, it's what they do. You killed Ares, thinking it would end war, yet the killing continues."

"Enyo isn't helping! You could act, help the human race."

"Help!" Zeus almost shouted. "I gave man the earth, a paradise, and what has he done? Polluted it, waged one war after another. His fate is in his own hands."

Phobos, the god of fear, was also present, and now joined the conversation, addressing Diana. "Man does not know the purpose of fear. The lion is strong and brave, but he won't fight if his enemy is stronger than he. Men do not respect fear, they rush like fools to their death."

"Thank you for your celestial armchair philosophy."

"You're welcome." Phobos bowed, with a mocking smile.

Zeus spoke again. "I've better things to do with my time than interfere in the affairs of men. Like drinking wine," he picked up a bottle that lay beside him. "Would you like some?"

"No thank you."

In her basement gym Diana unleashed a salvo of blows of such force that the punching bag, though reinforced to take account of her power, burst open.

"Don't know my own strength," she laughed. "But you Enyo, you will soon know of it."

Her phone rang. A call from a long-time friend named Julie. "Hi Julie, what's up?"

"The empowerment of women conference, two days from now, just thought I'd check that you're okay to attend."

"Hell, I'd forgotten it! Julie, you know I wouldn't miss it unless I had a good reason, and I do, I can't make it. Give my apologies to all please."

"Ah, that's so sad, but life does sometimes get in the way. It'll be a great conference still, with women encouraging each other in how to have a successful career, run a business. And as it's at the Buffalo Bill Ranch in Arizona it's a nice isolated spot, where women can spend a couple of days encouraging each other and having a few beers. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Yea, have a great time Julie. Bye."

"Bye."

Two days later a small group of women were seated outside the Buffalo Bill Ranch, under a canopy to shield them from the Arizona sun, talking, and sometimes laughing, as they drank cold beer. And so they would have remained, were it not for the sight of a car coming toward them. Unbeknown to them the vehicle was driven by Treena, who was accompanied by Daisy, and another woman, named Sandra. "Remember," Treena addressed her companions, "We beat them up, no need to do any killing, but if there are any deaths, no problem." She stopped the car a few yards from the seated women, and as she and the two women with her alighted, their quarry, who were ten in number, rose.

"Something's wrong." It was Daisy who spoke, the tone of her voice showing the tension she felt. "They all look pretty fit, and they don't seem surprised to see us."