Diana tricks Jason

He jammed the needle into his thigh and depressed the plunger, then tossed the empty syringe aside.  Jason straightened, cracked his neck.  His grin widened.  Diana took a step back.
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“There’s nowhere to run now.  I wonder,” he said, his hands forming fists, “How it will feel to be brought low by strength born of your own blood.”
He swung left.  Diana dodged the blow.  He came up hard right-- a hook to her gut with tremendous force.  Diana grunted as his fist landed.  Jason released a whoof of air and drew back, startled.
He shook it off and lunged for her.  She pivoted, intending to wrap her ankle around his and use his own momentum to bring him down.  But he was faster now.  He halted his momentum, seized her shoulders, and twisted, hurling her to the ground.
He grunted as if he were the one who’d been thrown on his back, whirled as if expecting to find someone behind him.
Diana rocked backward and sprang to her feet.
Jason threw himself at her, unleashing a flurry of punches and driving elbows; she bobbed left, right, landed a punch to his gut.  He drove the palm of his hand upward in a strike to her chin.  Diana’s neck snapped back; the metallic tang of blood filled her mouth.
Jason reeled away, holding his hand to his jaw as if he’d been struck.  He touched his fingers to his mouth, but there was no blood there.  His eyes were wide and wild.  “What is this?”
Diana licked the blood from her lip.  Now she was the one to smile.  “This is what it means to be an Amazon.  My pain is theirs, and theirs is mine.  Each wound you deal is one you suffer yourself.
“But it’s not just the--” Jason shook his head as if trying to clear it.  He took a step toward her, stopped.  “What is that sound?”
“Come, Jason, strike me.  Grant me the beautiful death you promised.  But with each blow, you’ll feel the agony of every Amazon fallen in battle.  In each attack, you will hear the chorus of their screams.”
Jason clapped his hands to his ears.  “Make it stop.”
“I can’t.”
He lurched forward, dropped to his knees.  “Make it stop!” he screamed.  “Don’t you hear it?  Don’t you feel it?”
“Of course,” said Diana.  “Every Amazon bears the suffering of her sisters, lives with it, learns to endure it.  It’s why we value mercy so highly.”  It was what helped them remember that despite their greater strength, their speed, their skill, the promise of glory was nothing in the face of another’s anguish.  Diana crouched down and took Jason’s chin in her fingers, forcing him to meet her gaze.  “If you cannot bear our pain, you are not fit to carry our strength.”
“You meant to do this,” he hissed.  “You tricked me.”
It was true.  Jason knew she would not kill him, and she had know he would never surrender without the hero’s death he so longed for.  “Let’s just say I let you believe what you wanted to believe.”