When Steve Trevor woke up, he saw a group of beautiful women in leather armor that left their thighs exposed, fighting a German warship with bows and arrows. An Asian man who seemed utterly out of place on the battlefield stood beside him, apparently completely unfazed by the fierce battle before them.
"Who are you? What's with these primitives?" Steve Trevor asked curiously as he climbed to his feet.
"I'm the one who saved your life. You can call me Luo Xia. Also, they aren't primitives," Luo Xia said to Steve Trevor.
"I never thought people still used bows and arrows in battle. Don't they have guns?" Steve Trevor found it hard to imagine how a group of women wearing leather armor and wielding bows could deal with the German army's elite troops.
They were demons who had killed countless people. They never showed the slightest mercy to their enemies, regardless of age or sex.
"Guns? You think those fire pokers in the Germans' hands represent advancement?"
Luo Xia smiled and lightly clapped his hands. Though it looked like an exceedingly gentle motion, Steve Trevor heard the clap with startling clarity. The sound seemed to spread across the entire battlefield, and the German soldiers involuntarily turned toward Luo Xia.
The clap had somehow drowned out even the artillery fire and gunshots.
After hearing it, the Amazon warriors instinctively reached for the quivers on their backs. After that motion, the feathered arrows they drew seemed to take on a different form.
Their posture as they nocked their arrows and drew their bows did not change at all, but when those arrows flew out and struck the warships, they erupted in bursts of flame. A single volley turned one of the warships into scrap metal.
That power was even more terrifying than