The Last Martians

Female Soldiers Part 2

Evelyn slowly crawled through the forest, careful not to make a sound. Her target was only twenty yards away. The sniper had her back to Evelyn. Her focus was on the valley beneath her, searching for another victim through her scope. Evelyn's mission was to eliminate the sniper who had taken out twelve northern soldiers the last two days. Her heart thumped faster in her chest as she clamped her right hand tighter around her knife's grip. Although she had a laser gun as backup, she preferred not to use it. A silent kill would not draw attention. This would give her the opportunity to take over the sniper post, from where she could take out some southern soldiers as they moved about in the valley below.

When her target was ten yards away, Evelyn slowly rose to her feet. The thirty-five-year-old brunette stood just under six feet tall. She did not carry any fat on her well-toned body. Her camouflaged thermal bodysuit hugged tightly around her female curves. Her nipples, rock hard from the adrenalin coursing through her veins, strained against the thin material of the bodysuit, already stretched by her D-cup breasts. Like most Martian women, she no longer wore a bra. The low gravity on Mars had its disadvantages, but it did wonders for keeping breasts from drooping.

One careless step cracked a dead branch. Evelyn lost her advantage of surprise. When her target spun around, the brunette rushed her. She immediately recognised the redhead. It was Linda. They had faced each other often in mixed martial arts tournaments. They had even shared a bed a few times. But now they were mortal enemies. Evelyn knew only one of them would survive this fight. At six-foot-one-inch, Linda was slightly taller than her enemy. Her forty-two-year-old body was tight with curves in the right places. Her C-cup breasts also strained against her thermal camouflage bodysuit. For a moment her green eyes met her attacker's brown eyes. The eyes, which once had looked deep into her soul while they had made sweet love to each other, were now filled with murderous intent.

Linda's left hand shot up and caught the brunette's knife wielding right arm, dragging it away from her body. Her five pounds weight advantage did not help much as Evelyn's hundred-and-twenty-five pounds crashed into her. Their bodies rolled down a steep incline into a muddy ditch. Linda did not lose her grip on her opponent's right wrist, but Evelyn lost her knife as they tumbled down the incline. Both women quickly looked for it. But when they realised it was out of range, both grabbed for Evelyn's laser gun. Linda won the contest, but the northern soldier grabbed hold of her wrist, pushing it and the gun deep into the mud. Linda realised this muddy weapon was useless. She released it and focused on wrestling her opponent off of her. They were both covered in thick, heavy mud, making it difficult to find a proper hold on each other.

Evelyn lifted her upper-body slightly, before she slammed it down, leading with a right elbow to the redhead's face. This opened a deep cut above Linda's left eye. The southern soldier felt blood streaming down her face, but her adrenalin rush masked the pain. When her opponent lifted again for a second strike, the redhead twisted her body to the right, while pushing her left hand into the brunette's face, making sure her fingers found Evelyn's right eye. They rolled in the thick mud, but the momentum was not enough for Linda to get on top. Instead, they ended up facing each other on their sides. Both women grabbed hold of the other's hair, trying to force her face into the mud. They struggled for life or death, but neither gained the upper hand. Neither could generate enough power to hurt the other with the short punches they threw to each other's faces between trying to smother each other in the mud. Wrestling in the thick mud exhausted both soldiers. Although they were fit and used to fighting in mixed martial arts pentagons, fighting in thick mud differed greatly from what they were used to. To break the stalemate, Linda pulled her feet up and pushed her enemy away from her. She quickly got back on her feet, moments before the brunette also regained her feet.

The women circled each other in the deep mud pit. Their boots sucked deeply into the mud with every step, making their movement slow and tiring. Both had their fists up high, ready to throw punches. Then something caught Evelyn's eye. A red dot was dancing on her opponent's temple. Then the dot moved in her direction. Both women looked towards the soldier pointing her rifle at them She had a confused look on her face. The mud covering the fighters made it impossible for her to identify them.