There was a spine-tingling roar behind her and she whirled, instinctively dropping into defensive
pose as she braced for attack. Nothing there. Another roar, closer now, but coming from somewhere
off to her right. Wonder Woman turned quickly. There was nothing but thick mist.
Like the sea mist in the mornings of the coast of Themyscira, she thought, with a sudden,
uncharacteristic stab of homesickness.
Suddenly, from out of the fog, a stone dub smashed into her skull, thrown or swung with such force
that it disintegrated into dust on impact. Normally impervious to physical violence, Wonder Woman
staggered and almost fell. Recovering her balance, she heard a low swish as something cleaved
through the air toward her.
This time she raised both hands, and a second heavy dub ricocheted off the silver bracelets she
sported on each wrist. Wielded by hands she couldn't see, the weapon swung at her again and again,
and Wonder Woman's own hands became a blur as she fought to anticipate and ward off the blows.
Thoughts chased chaotically through her head, tumbling over each other How long have I been here?
Where are the others? What in the name of Themyscira is going on?
Her mind seemed to be seizing up, crammed full of a million thoughts all clamoring to express
themselves at once. Grimly, she shook her head, trying to dear it. And that was all the opening her
unseen foe needed.
A dozen dubs thudded into her simultaneously. Still trying to fight back, Wonder Woman fell to her
knees, snarling defiance. But a second wave of blows rained down on her, coming in from all angles,
bombarding her with blinding pain.
Her vision seemed to fill with stars, before darkness mercifully claimed her