The Art of Warrior Women in Literature.

  Obviously I use the word "Literature" in the loosest sense. The books featured below are all the sort of cheap paperback you don't seem to get anymore.  Personally I miss the days when a fantasy writer could tell a story without it spilling out across five volumes the size of housebricks but nevermind.
 Let me take you back to the days when fantasy artists considered two saucepan lids and a silk scarf perfectly acceptable garb for battling mutants, snakes and blokes called Grogor.

  An early example that sets the template. Brass bikini - check. 

Weird choice of mount - check.  Getting stuck in like a good 'un -check. 

Wearing more clothes than seems to be standard.

Interesting choice of allies too. 

This series is set Post Apocalypse - hence the gun. 

I'm guessing the victim's last words were "What does that thing d..urghhh!"

Note that the two blokes in the background are wearing full plate armour 

while their mistress apparently saw Helen Mirren's outfit in Excalibur and decided to copy it.

The thing that always puzzled me about this sort of pose is: Even if you kill the beastie, 

you're still going to get a big chunk of animal landing right on top of you.  That's likely to hurt.

Who needs armour when you've got sabre-toothed tigers?

And something for the ladies in this one. 

What exactly are they looking at, anyway? 

Certainly not the creepy-as-hell wraith thingie that's just popped up behind them. 

  I have a few more of these but since I don't want this page to be two feet long I'll save them for next time.  See you next time.