Christie the Grey Witch Vs...

The arena was packed.  The murmurs in the crowd betrayed that the audience didn't know the exact nature of the special event they'd been promised, but they had a feeling it was going to be big.  The pit itself was set up with all sorts of special obstacles and hazards.  To name a few, there was a shallow pit of clear, transparent liquid in the exact middle of the arena.  If past events were any indication, this was probably a pool of lubricant or cloth-dissolving gel.  Off on one side there was a network of smooth white bars that resembled a web of some kind in a rough dome shape.  It looked as if an arena combatant could climb up there for some sort of advantage, or escape through them if they were narrow enough.  Some of the openings in the "web" of bars were probably just small enough to trap someone who underestimated their own dimensions.  On the other end of the arena there was a series of tables, covered with what appeared to be all manner of sex toys and other... devices, ranging from relatively innocent-looking leather paddles to phallic objects designed to penetrate multiple holes at once.  Lastly, near the tables offering these varied devices was a series of stone pillars, no more than ten feet high but several feet thick. At varying intervals these pillars offered hanging, open manacles. Whether the manacles magically sought out things to grab onto, were there for the combatants to manually put their opponents in, or merely decorated the strategic obstacles that the pillars acted as was unclear. There were other hazards scattered about the arena as well, to be mentioned later.

Syndra smirked, almost betraying excitement from the shady confines of her pavilion, definitely looking more than a little smug today.

"We have a very exciting show for you today, folks," began the announcer, his tone almost serious. "As you can see, the girls we have in store for the pit today have a lot to consider. I can't ruin the surprise of what lay in store for them -- just look at all the choices they have! What I can tell you is that our first opponent is a seasoned veteran of the arena, up against a number of opponents today. Not fair, you say? Well, did I mention that we have the honor of watching none other than the Grey Witch fight today! As some of you may have heard, Christie had tragically lost her memories and a substantial portion of her powers until recently, making her matches... a little one-sided." He chuckled, and the audience followed suit. "Today the Grey Witch makes her return, memories, power, and all, promising a great show..!" His voice rose, and the audience cheered. "The fun part, though..." his voice dropped to a whisper and he looked around conspiratorially, "is that she doesn't know she's about to be competing! Let's see what she's up to!" the round, balding little announcer glanced behind him at the "director" and then up to Queen Syndra, whose eyes closed briefly but pointedly before she opened them and nodded back to him.

On the giant glossy viewing sphere above, an image shimmered into view, with a bit of audio included. Pictured on its immense surface was indeed the Grey Witch, Christie. She seemed to be enjoying a hot bath somewhere, candlelit -- one elegant, smooth, toned leg was raised from beneath the water and she was humming to herself idly as she stroked it with a hand. A heavy layer of foamy white suds obscured the gorgeous body that lay beneath, and her heavy lidded gold-grey eyes suggested total calm. Syndra's smirk increased ever so slightly and she made a barely perceptible gesture with her hand.

POOF! suddenly, and the first arena combatant appeared. Christie seemed to fall a short distance before landing on her feet with a little wobble, in the state the viewing sphere showed her only moments before. She was dripping wet, her hair damp but still a mane of lustrous curls, and her body was covered in quickly sliding masses of bubble and sud. She blinked in abject shock and confusion, looking around with a bit of panic, eyes wide. It was a bit of a miracle she didn't land on her ass in the sand, the way she caught her balance for a second.

"There she is, folks, in all her glory, the Grey Witch!" the announcer boomed. Christie's eyes narrowed dangerously, and she inhaled and exhaled slowly with growing rage. "Sorry, did we catch you at a bad time? Everyone has to keep their debts to the arena."

For the moment, Christie ignored him. Her head shot towards Syndra, who remained motionless but continued to stare with a self-satisfied expression. "You will pay for this," Christie spat. Composing herself, she tossed her hair over one shoulder and said with an air of regained elegance, "I was preparing for a party, Aloysius." Her attention turned back to the announcer. "I don't appreciate your japes -- I did not agree to be here under legal terms."

"I'm afraid you're going to be late to your party, Christie," said a calm but loud voice. "There is a reason you have not yet tried to depose me, witch," Syndra's voice boomed suddenly over the arena, causing the audience to gasp and the walls to tremble. She was gripping the arm of her chair now -- more emotion than she'd shown in some time.

"And there's a reason you have not yet captured me," Christie retorted, looking very confident with a hand on her naked him, the thick bubbles threatening to drip away at any moment and reveal her gloriously presented breasts. Rather fatefully, it seemed she had a healthy dollop of suds covering her ass crack and the front of her pelvis, but little else of consequence below the chest. There was a pregnant pause as the audience kept quiet and watched the two lock eyes in a seeming battle of wills.

"But you're right. Whatever state I was in, I made a deal. Sp, let's get this over with," Christie said at length with an enigmatic smile, not breaking the stare until the very last word. "I guess I had better put some clothes on..." she began, as if she were about to weave some clothing-summoning spell. There was a brief noise like a buzzer saying "nope" and Christie frowned a little.

"Well how am I supposed to compete without my-" she asked up at the viewing sphere now before pausing, sighing, and placing a hand to her forehead as if to say "oh, I see."

Looking down at the layers of bubbles covering her body, she murmured, "Well, these won't last long... maybe I can give them a bit more life though." And with that she seemed to scoop the suds back up to pile them over her nipples just before they'd slid off entirely. They held firm, for now, a little magic keeping them in place, or at least dissolving much more slowly. After she'd done the same with her "bottoms," she snapped her fingers one last time and proceeded to purse her lips together, blowing gently. A little iridescent soap bubble grew from the hand she held to her mouth, eventually stopping when it was about the size of a beach ball. Very delicately, she seemed to wrap it around her body until it formed a second, protective layer around the suds on her breasts. She did this same trick once more, this next bubble wrapping around her hips. A few whispered arcane syllables, and the bubbles held firm, wobbling as she moved but not popping, as they should have done normally.

Brushing her hands off proudly, Christie looked around with her new improvised clothing.

"Well then?" she called out. "Bring on the combatants -- I'm going to strip them all in record time and get back to that warm bath. I have a party to attend, after all... as fun as this looks..." her eyes did dance a bit as she surveyed the arena, complete with its treacherous looking network of obstacles (were those monkey bars?), selection of "toys," and lube pit. This could actually be fun.

The announcer swallowed hard, looking at Syndra for reassurance once last time, before speaking.

"Oh, about that Christie," he began. "As a courtesy, Queen Syndra has declared that she'll be teleporting you directly to your party when the match is done... in whatever state you may be." While Aloysius was nervous saying this, the audience cheered at the implications, and at the match to come.

"Now, for the first combatant on the team against Christie..." he glanced at the Director behind him, hidden in the announcer's box. "...another mystery, it seems! I'm told that this lucky combatant is also unaware that she'll be fighting in the arena today, so this should be good..! The rules haven't changed, by the way: when every relevant article of... coverage is removed, the match is won. The losers then have to submit to the winners!"

Christie and the audience simultaneously looked up as the air shimmered, and the second combatant was teleported into the arena...

((Ok! You know the deal. Feel free to give your character a little introduction to the arena; creativity with what your character was up to before getting whisked away is encouraged and should make for some interesting 'outfits'. One thing to consider is that non-armor or robe style gear allows us to be a bit more creative with how articles are removed. E.g. Christie is literally wearing bubbles, and while it might take an attack or two to pop her outer protections, the mere swipe of a hand, splash of water, or some other thing might denude her. Food for thought. This doesn't just have to apply to the boss NPC if you have a fun idea for what your character was up to when she got pulled into the arena. (Whatever class or outfit your character happens to be wearing, I will probably say that it amounts to a maximum of 5 'articles' of coverage)
On that topic, Christie is considered to be a 'boss fight' of sorts here, by the way, as she temporarily(?) has her memories back. She won't be going easy on anyone, but you will have the advantage of numbers (I'm expecting at minimum 2 combatants and at maximum 4). I'll be sure to post any rules that need ruling or clarification as far as how the turns will go, but for now we should be fine with introductions. Let get some life back into this great forum, eh? Even if it's just a few of us!))

Gear Status:
Christie: Top Bubble (?), Pelvis Bubble (?), Left breast suds(1), Right breast suds (1), Pelvic Suds (1), Rear suds (1).

The POOF of the teleportation was accompanied by a cry of surprise as a red haired woman fell to the sand in a rather ungraceful heap. Scurrying to her feet, Raine the sorceress looked around at her new surroundings, quickly recognizing the familiar architecture of the arena.

"But I didn't... how did I get here?" the sorceress asked herself, until her eyes landed upon Christie. "YOU! This is your doing, isn't it?"

Raine's words didn't carry as much severity as she might have hoped, perhaps because they were delivered while she was clad in a short satin nightgown. It was apparent that Raine wasn't entirely comfortable being seen in her evening wear, the blush in her cheeks deepening as she heard the crowd's reaction. Still, she was at least more properly dressed than the blonde in front of her.

"Y-you abduct me from my bed so you can try to humiliate me in front of the arena again! You're not winning this time, witch!"

Raine was able to take at least some solace in her current clothing. Aside from the fact that she had normal undergarments beneath the gown, the small article itself wasn't your average nightgown. Thanks to the frequency with which women in Enferia seemed to suffer mishaps, Raine had taken precautions to strengthen her sleepwear, placing protective enchantments upon it as well as having it resewn with magical thread. It was far from indestructible, but sturdier than one might assume at first glance.

((I'll go ahead and let Cerin decide the health for Raine's garments here.))

((Hurrah! Good to see you, Phantom. We'll see who else wants to join before I prompt you to bring in a second character to the fight? When all the contestants have entered I'll assign gear durability and such. Raine is wearing a nightie, bra, and undies I take it..?))

((Good to be back. I'm trying to ease myself back into things, and this was an enticing opportunity, so yeah. Hopefully we'll have a third participant to play the other combatant, but we shall see. And you've got Raine's outfit right.))

Everyone looked up at the viewing sphere, as its image panned a room at the inn. As if getting its bearings, it spun around almost 360 degrees until it revealed a bed, then spun back to focus in on that angle. Zooming in, it showed two women in the process of foreplay. Their legs were intertwined and both seemed eager to please the other. A dark-haired woman on top was kissing a reddish-haired woman below who was starting to remove her bra. The dark-haired woman still had leggings on, but her crotch was rubbing sensually against the other's knee. Her massive breasts were bouncing as if anticipation of hanging free when her bra was removed.

Then, suddenly, they found themselves somewhere else, bed and all. "I hope were not interrupting anything," Aloysius taunted. "Please, do continue."

Jessica leapt to her feet, eyes wide, looking around in disbelief, then down at her lover. "What is the meaning of this?"
Irlana had been so enraptured, she almost hadn't noticed the change of locale. Now, she jumped from the bed and looked down at her large, old fashioned pink bra and panties, replete with pink thigh-highs and a garter belt. The gusset of the panties was noticeably wet, presumably with anticipation of Jessica's tongue finding its way there.

The buxom woman was usually not particularly shy, but she wasn't prepared for the public to see,,,this. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and held it in front of her.

Syndra waved her hand, and the pillow, as well as the bed it came from, disappeared. "We wouldn't want you hiding behind that."

That's when Jessica noticed the redhead in the nightgown, and the blonde woman covered in suds. This was getting stranger. Irlana merely nudged her and pointed at the gathered collection of sex toys. Jessica's face grew redder as she realized the stakes.

"This is unacceptable," Irlana declared, her accent coming through stronger, possibly due to her level of vexation, "we were just...."

"Oh, we knew what you were 'just'," the announcer laughed, "But welcome to the arena.

((Jessica leggings, bra, panties
Irlana stockings /garter belt, bra, panties))

((Hi, hope you don't mind that there are two...I was trying to think of outfits / compromising situations, and both are scantily clad to begin with...add points as you see fit; I was thinking that they are each about half as dressed (points wise) as anyone else who shows up. I've been busy lately, but can commit to this thread; will get to others soon.))

((Hi, I'm back. I've been meaning to post something in the Sylvan Crown, but I just haven't been motivated. The adventure doesn't really seem to be my sort of thing. Anyway, I was wondering if this battle wasn't too full for Jacqueline to join, although the current roster seems to suggest a completely magical battle?))

((Nah, it's fine! The more the merrier. I might be inclined to say myds should have only one character, but that's negotiable! Christie is at full strength, so to speak, and is taking all comers. For my own sake, i would like to keep it to three combatants... Expect a follow up post tomorrow; feel free to write an intro Wes))

The last volley of arrows missed Jacqueline by no more than a couple of inches. All in all, it was one of her more successful heists. Sure, people had been firing a lot of arrows in her general direction (and some had gotten even closer than the last ones, judging by the state of her armor,) and she was running for her life across the rooftops of Enferia, but the item she had stolen was worth quite a bit, and nobody had seen her face. That was what was important.

Speaking of running across rooftops, Jacqueline was jumping between two when she found herself in a vastly different environment. The momentum of her jump was unfortunately carried into the arena, and the thief was soon lying on the sand.

Rising to her feet, Jacqueline spat out a mouthful of sand and and said "What the ..." trailing off as she looked around the arena, both confused and somewhat embarrassed. After gathering some more information, she continued, "What?"

((To be clear, Jacqueline is wearing tattered armor and not much underneath.))

((Oh yeah, sorry about the two, but I was thinking that if they each had one half whatever the standard clothespoints is for this battle, that wouldn't be so bad))

((It's not so bad, I mean, it not a big deal. I'm not sure I want to manage an additional characters attacks, though. Christie is about to have a lot coming at her, I think. I have a plan to work one of your characters out of the battle immediately; which one would you prefer to -keep- in the fight?))

((Good plan....either one is fine....I'm secretly rooting for Christie, really, to see where this goes...))

((Update: Expect a delicious post to get things rolling officially either very late tonight or tomorrow sometime!))

Christie surveyed her opponents with a dangerous glint in her eye.  Smirking finally, her gaze settled upon Irlana and Jessica.  Her face softened a little and she seemed to cant her head slightly.  She offered a single nod and a "hm."

"I think I'm starting to really understand why you turned me down, oh so rudely, the other night," Christie said to Irlana aloud with a hint of exaggerated hurt in her voice.  That glint in her eyes seemed to sharpen again as she bit her lower lip a little, scanning Jessica from head to toe.  "But I want a really good look at the one for whom I was turned down."

"Ladies!" boomed Aloysius. "Fight already!"

Suddenly, Christie's hands moved in the rapid gestures of a spell -- her hands seemed to become a
blur, such was the speed with which she moved.  Her lips did this fluttering as well, as several low voices uttered arcane syllables from within her throat.  The Grey Witch's combatants all instantly went tense, probably not seeing or feeling magic of this caliber all that often, if ever.  Sand kicked up in a cloud around Christie as an unseen effect shot out from her hands.

Suddenly, hands were grabbing Jessica all over.  Invisible, probing, strong hands that felt like they numbered in the dozens.  They cupped her breasts and smacked her ass, and generally had their way with her as they hooked fingers under her clothes and tugged at them. Those amongst the combatants who didn't have the senses to see the wall of hands around the young sorceress could probably at least feel their intense magical presence.  Jessica may have gone to mutter a counterspell, fought against the hands physically, or tried any other number of escape methods, but the hands worked... very fast.

One, two, the hands yanked the leggings down her smooth legs.  Her arms shot out wide as hands grabbed her wrists, prompting her to squeal or shout out, and her back arched hard.  With a blindingly quick motion, her bra was unclasped, and hands snapping the straps caused the garment to fly out and set her breasts bouncing free.  Jessica squirmed and struggled, her legs clamping together as best they could, but they eventually gave way and flew apart.  The hands made a show of slowwwly peeling her panties off of her hips, allowing just a bit more skin to show at first.  The curves of her hips led down to her thighs, the back of her panties peeled off of her ass, and finally, a bit of pubic hair started to show in front.  The magical hands could have stripped her about five seconds more quickly, but they tantalizingly drew out the process of letting her bush come into view.

The crowd roared at the view displayed on the giant sphere above: a nice, fuzzy bush, and Jessica's reddening face. The hands let go suddenly, when her panties slid from her legs and dropped into the sand.

"Wow, that was fast! Jessica the Pyromancer is ouuuuut of the fiiiight!" the announcer roared, putting theatric emphasis on his words. Christie brushed her hands off confidently and gave a little nod to the ecstatic crowd. "It looks like Christie's really got it back, folks, and she's ready for whatever these intrepid challengers have in store!"

((Christie is done with her action for the turn, and the rest of the players are up next. The initiative order is as follows: Jacqueline, Raine, Irlana. If you find yourself with a descriptive post when you have time but your character isn't 'up' yet in the initiative order, feel free to react or to add to the events going on! XD ))

Jessica looked at Irlana, then back at the witch, "What is she talking about?  I've never...seen..."  It was true.  Jessica had her back turned to Christie that night in the tavern.  "Why didn't you tell..."  Suddenly, she felt surrounded by groping hands.  She tried to smack them away as they pulled at her clothes.  "Stop that!"  

"Jessica!" Irlana called, unable to help her.  She looked for her wand, but was unable to find it.  Jessica saw her partner flash a familiar blue light around her for a moment, and she knew what it meant.  Irlana was powering up her strength magic.  Jessica bit her lip at she watched the disappointment on her lover's face.  Strength wasn't going to do any good against these mystical hands...she'd need to find her wand.  It was probably back in their room at the inn, so strength would have to do for now.

Jessica shrieked like a schoolgirl as one of the hands spanked her hard.  Nothing she could manage to do seemed to help.  She tried to calm herself, to conjure fire.  But the only result was an unexpected bit of mud dropping from her palms.  She did her best to hold back the torrent, and she succeeded in stopping the flow of her uncontrolled magic for the first time.  That would have been good news, but it didn't do her any good, as the arcane hands bound her arms.

"Noooo" was all she was able to say as her breasts came into view.  Irlana tried to run up to help her, but the hands pushed her back.  She didn't dare try to help Jessica again, she realized, when she remembered how little clothing she had on as well.  Looking at the various items surrounding the arena, she didn't want to contemplate the cost of losing.  Maybe she could save Jessica by winning.  She turned to study her outlandishly-clad opponent.

Jessica meanwhile, had had her leggings removed, and her childish polka-dotted panties were on display for all to see.  There was absolutely nothing she could do about it.  Using her magic when she felt this helpless and embarrassed usually produced water, or mud, instead of the fire she fantasized hurling at her assailant, an assailant that had apparently been flirting with her girlfriend, and Irlana hadn't told her about it.  That somehow made things worse, as her childish panties inched their way down her lips and exposed the bushy mound underneath.  She trusted Irlana.  Was this flirtation the witch spoke of the reason their night of love was interrupted and they landed here in the arena?  At least, she had turned the bitch down.  The laughter of the crowd peeled Jessica away from these thoughts and reminded her where she was.  She was being slowly stripped in front of thousands of people.  And what were all those objects at the sides of the arena?  Were they to be her punishment?

In what seemed like an agonizing eternity to the young pyromancer, her panties hit the ground and the hands holding her arms let go.  She was humiliated beyond belief, and Irlana's face, with her expression of compassion and pity somehow made matters worse.  

"I'll talk to YOU later," she said in an angry whisper, as she bent over and tried to pick up her panties.  Her partner barely noticed; her gaze was fixed on Christie as she prepared to attack.

((Nice start to the battle!!  Images coming sometime...with the way work's been lately, I'm not sure when))

Well, Jacqueline thought, this certainly isn't a good start for me. How am I ever going to stand up to that?

Thinking quickly, the thief took a few steps back, hoping to remove herself from Christie's immediate threat range. Jacqueline then took advantage of the distance between her and the Grey Witch by throwing a few knives at Christie's top bubble; it seemed fragile enough.

(Attack on Christie's top bubble- Dex 8)

Raine took a moment so survey her apparent teammates. At least she wouldn't be alone in trying to deal with the witch, and just maybe three against one would be enough to tip things in their favor?

Of course, seeing how quickly Christie took the fourth woman out of the fight didn't engender much confidence...

As Jacqueline began to throw her knives towards the bubble covering Christie's top, Raine quickly fell into a casting stance and called down a bolt of lightning from above, aiming for the bubble that protected Christie's nether region. The bubble might have been magic, but common logic told one that water and electricity never mixed well, hopefully that would produce good results? Raine at least hoped it would; she didn't want to lose to Christie again.

(Attack on Christie's lower bubble- Int 8)

((Gonna post today in response to all of them, so it's fine for everyone to post their attacks first. Shouldn't be a problem chronologically for this one round to "happen" all at once, so you can post as well myds.))

Irlana screamed in incoherent indignation as she charged toward Christie, who had just finished dealing with Jessica and turned her attention toward her other opponents.  She seemed to be an average woman charging toward the witch, but those who had seen her operate noticed that the nearly imperceptible flashes of blue light which could be seen around her if you watched very carefully meant that her magic was doing nothing but bolstering her physical strength.  She unleashed on a charged rush that ended in a punching attack on the bubble covering the blonde witch's backside.

(Str 8 attack, lower bubble)

((Also reminding you that for fun, that Jessica is bending over grabbing her panties, planning on pulling them back up...creating a nice view...or target for, if not Christie who has other concerns, the arena's enforcement system.))

((Christie's absurd bonuses will likely be hidden for the majority of the fight; I'd rather not reveal stats at first and therefore quantify some of the out-of-the-box maneuvers she's going to perform, or give away any hidden mechanics she may have... She may end up having some "puzzle boss" qualities or there may be some little tricks the players can do to get an edge on her.  Don't overthink it, though!  Lemme know if you have any questions or need clarification on anything, or message me if you have a creative idea and want to know if it has a chance of working!  Once again, however, let's not overcomplicate things - throw some things around and have fun with it..!))

Jacqueline's Dex attack: 8+3=11
Christie: 4+?
Hit!

Thunder crackled dangerously overhead; Raine's spell was coalescing into a potent bolt of energy above them all, casting a bit of shadow over the arena.  The audience let out a collective "ooh," and watched intently.  Suddenly, though, the sphere above displayed a much more interesting sight -- Jessica's bare ass, bent over, as she attempted to tug her panties back up.  ((feel free to run wild with this, Myds, or await further details on this later.))

"Oh boy," the announcer said.  "As much as we love the view, Jessica, that's a no-no!  For this fight only, combatants can keep fighting once they've lost it all and have teammates with clothing, but putting clothing back on?  Unnnnacceptaaaaable!"  he boomed dramatically.

Whether it was Christie, the arena's magic wards, or Syndra herself was impossible to tell.  Very suddenly, though, Jessica's childish panties seemed to animate and wrap around her hands as she tried to manipulate them.  As they constricted, they tightly bound her hands to her ankles and kept her pinned in a very awkward... and compromising position.  With her quivering bottom and a hint of her hairy nethers on display from behind, the audience cheered, and they began to really get worked up when they saw a plethora of fun little toys sitting on the sidelines of the fight become similarly animated.  A set of loose manacles seemed to fall off the table and begin to snake their way through the sand towards the young pyromancer.  To make things worse, an intimdatingly large dildo levitated off of the table and began to float over in her direction, vibrating fiercely as it inched through the air.  The audience's attention became torn, however, as the other action began to occur very quickly.

Christie's gaze rested on Jacqueline for a brief moment as the thief's daggers left her hand.  Before they'd even reached Christie, Irlana had sped forward with exceptional strength and was swinging a punch at her.  The witch raised one hand and muttered something under her breath: A disk of shimmering, translucent force formed at her fingertips and seemed to act as a small shield against Jacqueline's daggers.  The majority of the daggers seemed to stick in the little shield and hover there.  The rest got through and squarely hit her in the bubble over her chest.

To the audience, it appeared that the daggers bounced harmlessly off the bubble, which merely wobbled about and seemed to quiver.  The more trained observers (i.e. the combatants) all noticed that the structural integrity of the bubble, so to speak, had weakened, and another attack would probably pop the flimsy layer.  Every few seconds, it seemed like it might just pop on its own...

Raine's Int attack: 10+3
Christie: 2+?
Critical hit!

The Grey Witch was turning her body very quickly to deal with Irlana's attack when the bolt of lightning came down.  The attack was almost too fast to see and blindingly bright, but, squinting after the thunderous sound had died down, one could see that the large bubble covering Christie's hips had popped entirely.  The suds covering her privates seemed to be slowly regaining gravity and began to run, albeit slowly.  The witch didn't really have time to show concern on her face, though she was feeling it, as the very enthusiastic attackers kept up what was almost a well-coordinated onslaught.

Irlana's Str attack: 3+3=6
Christie: 6+?
Miss!

Irlana's mighty punch would have connected with the bubble, probably.  There was that blinding flash of light, and her original target was gone.  Her swing was still on course, though, and with a strong hook she brought her fist hard against Christie's butt cheek.  Her supple but toned flesh shook hard and she seemed to bounce from the strike, gasping lightly.  An angry pout crossed over her elegant features as she reflexively cupped her butt cheek with one hand.

"Ow," she said, rubbing her ass while still holding the little "shield" up with her other hand.  Irlana noticed something dreadful, when she looked at the telekinetic shield held aloft by Christie's magic.  The daggers Jacqueline had thrown at Christie were still sort of hovering within the disc that was the shield, swirling dangerously.  Furthermore, they seemed to have become charged with electricity at some point, likely just as Christie was struck by lightning.  Was she accumulating strength from these attacks?  Or was it just a stylish way for her to turn her attacker's tricks against them..?  It was probably the latter, but the ease with which she did so no doubt unnerved Christie's opponents.

Either way, it wasn't particularly relevant, because Christie was laughing now as she cupped her slightly bruised ass cheek.

"You three... are very feisty.  Putting up a... very good fight.  Much better than that one," she gestured at Jessica, even as the trio of women were plotting their next moves.  Jessica was squirming helplessly, completely bent over at the waist, and noticing, with more than a hint of dread, the little "toys" that were making their way towards her.

"Who to strip first, though?" the Grey Witch mused.  "This burglar Jacqueline is so very good at keeping those glorious breasts covered.  Raine, well, there are no mysteries left there, darling, but she does get sooo cute when it's all on display!"  Christie giggled teasingly.  "And Irlana... mmh.  I bet you truly are magnificent.  Hmm... I've never been good with difficult decisions, and I am going to see you all naked very shortly... so why discriminate?"

Christie placed both hands behind her swirling little disc of telekinetic force and throwing knives charged with electricity.  Some of the combatants before her probably felt a little pit in their stomach as the heinously dangerous-looking attack seemed to reach full strength -- the daggers were a swirling tornado of electricity now, and the disc of force shuddered as if about to erupt.

Christie's Int attack against all three combatants: 6+?
Jacqueline: 4+0=4
Raine: 8+0=8
Irlana:5+3=8
...three hits.

Christie moved her hand in a swift arc in front of her.  Electrified daggers came flying at her opponents in a short, powerful, burst.  The girls felt little more than tiny stings and little shocks as the blades whizzed past, almost too fast to see, but they knew that they'd sustained some hits.

Irlana, first, felt the sides of her panties slacken in that prolonged, dreadful moment when she was gathering her wits.  Either waistband had been sliced neatly by the flying knives, and her panties fell to the sand quite suddenly.

Jacqueline shut her eyes against the flying sparks and went into her best defensive posture.  She could normally count on her armor to hold up a bit longer than it was going to, but it had sustained some damage already.  Couple that factor with the strength of the attack she'd just received, and her armor was done.  The next little gesture or shift of posture she made would cause the tattered leathers to crumble off of her body entirely like a layer of dead leaves.

Raine, as well, felt two tiny scratches across her shoulders.  Reacting quickly as she realized the straps to her nightie had been cut, she cupped her hands to her breasts, breathlessly, and managed to hold the garment on for a moment.  The straps hung, and she took a breath, thinking she had saved her main piece of clothing.  One final dagger made a resounding "clang!" as it ricocheted off of a stone pillar and came flying right between Raine's legs, uncannily.  The blade snagged the bit of cloth hanging right between her legs perfectly, yanking the garment out of her hands and pinning it to the ground.  Her bra and panties were on dis play now, and she'd have to step out of the remnants of her nightie to keep going.

Christie caught her breath and surveyed her work with a satisfied nod.  Her sweat was mixing with the soap and water on her, creating delightful rivulets that ran down her sculpted frame.  Was she tiring already?  Historically, Christie could have fought like this for hours...

The way she saw it, she'd have these three stripped in no time, formidable as they were.  Her eyes widened a little, though, as she felt the breeze across her lower half.  The thick layer of bubbles was dripping, ever so slowly, threatening to reveal more of her ass crack and mound if she didn't act quickly.  She grinned and tried to hide a hint of nervousness as she waited for her opponent's next move.

Clothing:
Raine: bra(1), panties (1), nightie (x)
Irlana: stocking/garter (1), bra (1), panties (x)
Jacqueline: undergarment top? (1), undergarment bottoms? (1), tattered armor (x)
((not sure what you had in mind for what's underneath; message me about it if you need to))

Christie: pelvis bubbles (1 and dripping), rear bubbles (1 and dripping), left breast suds (1), right breast suds (1), wavering top bubble (1)

((Well that was an interesting first round IMO, rolls-wise.
Thoughts so far? It must seem unfair, I know, haha, but your humble teller of stories always has a plan.  Anyone care to take predictions on the outcome?
Also, for this next part, how do you think we should do it?  Should we have everyone make their attacks like last time? Did that work out well?  If two people attack the same item, and the first one manages to destroy it, I can always assume the second person redirects their attack to something that hasn't been removed yet... /shrug.  Lemme know what you think))

((Can't wait to make these images; the bubbles will require some inventiveness, but I think I can figure it out. The sudsiness I already have down. I liked the way you handled the punch with no bubble to hit; clearly more amusing than just attacking the next article of clothing. And sorry about Jessica's misbehavior, I just thought it would be a fun addition, and it was/is! Plus it provides a good pretext for keeping her tied up for the remainder of the fight.))

((I'm quite enjoying the story so far, even with the slight unfairness and simultaneous attacks. I certainly wouldn't be opposed to continuing in the same manner.))

"Oh, merda," was all Jacqueline managed to get out as Christie readied her, ... unique, attack. After assessing the damage to her armor, the thief thought it best to simply let it fall; there wasn't much she could do anyway.

Upon moving, the remains of the armor fell and revealed what Jacqueline wore underneath. Now, knowing she wasn't wearing any actual clothes beneath her armor, the thief hadn't exactly chosen her scantiest underwear. Really, it amounted to a thin tank top and some rather short shorts. Jacqueline would've looked far cuter had it not all been black.

Anyway, Jacqueline noticed the detirorating state of Christie's lower bubbles and figured that she need not devote any attention to them. Still, the upper bubble had absorbed an attack surprisingly well, and Jacqueline wanted to make sure she finished it off this time.

So, drawing up a few knives to use at a closer range, Jacqueline made her charge at the Grey Witch.

(A nearly identical attack on Christie's upper bubble Dex 8)

Raine grimaced as her sleepwear was quickly ripped away from her, putting her undergarments on display. The bra and panties weren't anything scandalous, but the cut was certainly flattering, and the red satin matched her hair and contrasted starkly with her skin. It was bad enough that she'd need to replace or repair her nightgown, to say nothing of being on display in an arena match she'd been completely unprepared for!

"Is this what the Grey Witch is capable of?" Raine muttered to herself. "I suppose the legends aren't all hogwash, then. I've got to be careful with how I approach this..."

The sorceress realized that she had to be smart about the spells she used. She didn't want to risk hitting either of her allies with a reckless attack, and also didn't want to throw anything at Christie that the suds-covered witch could reflect back at her again.

With a flash of inspiration, Raine stepped carefully out of her nightgown and held her hands out wide. Quickly, she clapped her hands together in front of her, mimicking the two walls of heated air she'd conjured in the process. Warm air wasn't likely to do anything to the more tangible clothing of her allies, if anything it'd feel like the blast of heat accompanied by opening a furnace. But to something as thin and reliant on stable pressure as a bubble? Well... the sorceress could only hope the results would be good.

(Attack on top bubble, Int-8)
(If the top bubble is destroyed by then, then the attack can be redirected to an article of "clothing" Cerin deems fit.)

Irlana's first instinct was to cover her nudity as her panties fell to the ground, giving the viewing sphere a look at her pubic mound, covered in thick hair.  The audience now had an even better view at Irlana's thick backside, which the sphere soon highlighted.

"Looks like those two loverbird mages we brought to the arena are fur afficionados," joked the announcer, clearing his throat with a disappointed look at the weak groan from the audience.  "Now how do you like that view?  Broader than the queen's flagship!"

Irlana shot a look of rage at the man at the podium, then turned back toward Christie.  "I'll deal with him later," she mumbled, as she took a roundhouse swing at Christie's upper bubble.

Jessica, meanwhile started screaming in a high, panicked voice as she tried to pull her hands free of the magically strong grip of her panties.  Her efforts merely served to make her breasts and backside jiggle as she was unable to free herself.  Her legs were spread just far enough that viewers could see her face between them as the sphere focused on her backside.  Suddenly, she felt a force pushing her head down a little, so that it was actually between her own legs.  The viewing sphere showed her eyes widen almsot comically as a large dildo and a leather-coated paddle slowly floated toward her exposed rear.  "Irlana, help!" she screamed, but her partner didn't hear her, involved as she was in the fight agains the witch.

((Irlana attack STR 8 at upper bubble--remember her INT is lowered when her STR is raised, for purposes of defensive rolls.  Also, sorry if this entry was a bit short, doing a ton of work right now, and didn't want to hold things up.))

((Post was great, myds.  All the additions have been great; I'm having a lot of fun with this. I'm gonna try to respond tonight or tomorrow some time; under the weather here with some kind of cold or bronchial infection, and have loads of work due this week.  All the same I should have something for you all in the next day or two.))

Jacqueline's Dex attack against the top bubble: 10+3=13
Christie: 3+?
Critical hit!

The Grey witch seemed to be regarding Raine's elaborate spell with some interest, despite the fact that the rogue was about to release a volley of blades and Irlana was about to kick her in the chest.  Jacqueline's daggers whizzed their way past Christie's defenses -- such was the speed with which the rogue threw them that Christie didn't even have time to react.  There was a loud "POP" as the top bubble gave way, the daggers seeming to tear through it as if it were cloth until it ruptured entirely.  Christie cursed under her breath at the sight of the mounds of suds that began to run from the peaks of her ample but perky breasts.

Raine's Int attack: 8+3=11
Christie: 10+?
Critical defense!

Perhaps it was the cleverness of Raine's attack that forced her to give her full attention to it.  Christie raised both arms out to the side, counterspells brewing in either hand, along with gods only know what other magic.  She snapped the fingers on both hands, and the walls fell away instantly with a barely audible hiss.  This left her open to a kick from Irlana, though...

Irlana's Str attack: 9+3=12
Christie: 2+?
Hit!

Irlana's foot caught Christie square in her right breast.  The crowd groaned and cheered as suds went flying and her flesh bounced gloriously.  Thankfully the protective magic of the arena was in full effect, it did little more than sting, though it did cause Christie to let out a little hiss and bring her hand up to her still-jiggling mound of flesh.

"Ow!  You bitch!  You got me right in the teat..." she groaned, rubbing the flesh as she backed up a few feet.

"It looks like Christie remembered her shame," chided the announcer.  "One day back in the arena, the first bit of exposed nipple, and she's already covering up," he said, disappointed, drawing boos from the crowd.

"What? I wasn't!" the Grey Witch's face reddened as she looked up at her hand on the viewing sphere, cupping her breast protectively.  "It was the kick!" she tried to explain with some indignation.

"Grr, fine," she groaned, releasing her large but pert breast from her hand.  It might've just been incidental, but it looked tender from the kick; her dark pink nipple was large and puffy on the tip of her still somewhat soapy breast.  The crowd began cheering immediately, and Christie rolled her eyes.

"You know, not that I care, but none of this was my idea," Christie said casually as her three combatants continued to press their attacks.  "I'm juuust as annoyed as you are," she said, still casual, as she began to weave a spell with both hands.

"For my next trick, well... you'll see," she said, blowing a kiss at Irlana with one hand.  Her other hand moved discreetly, subtly, at her side.

Christie's Int attack against Irlana: 10+?
Irlana: 8+3=11

A powerful haze quickly settled into Irlana's mind.  The silt from the arena seemed to swirl around her, making it hard to see, and pretty soon the glittering sand displayed a beautiful pattern of color before her eyes.  To the rest of the people in the arena it appeared Irlana was merely obscured by a gust of sand-filled wind.

Irlana, meanwhile, felt like she was surrounded by a thousand sirens, all calling her name and running their hands on her body.  She was in fact charmed, hypnotized, not in her right mind.  When the sand fell, she saw Jessica standing where Christie was, and Christie was tied up in Jessica's bondage predicament, getting swatted on the ass with a leather paddle.

"Ow, help meee!" she saw Christie whimper, strangely, as the floating phallus teased her nether lips before sloowwwly penetrating her.  Back in the non-illusory world, half of the audience's attention was torn away from the fight by Jessica's gasps, as the leather paddle set about whacking her right ass cheek until it was pinkish red.  The dildo was merely teasing her, it seemed, pushing into her an inch or two every now and then.

It didn't make any sense to Irlana, and it didn't have to, really.  It was all magic and emotion, no logic.  Jessica was pointing at the other two combatants, and asking frantically for her to help.  She was claiming they were trying to strip her, and do other terrible things, and Irlana felt compelled to do something.

Evens -- Irlana attacks one of her teammates
Odds -- Irlana punishes the one she believes to be Christie (that is, she goes and helps torment Jessica for a round)

Charm result: 5

Dreamily, Irlana turned away from the witch, much to Jacqueline and Raine's dismay.  The charm probably wouldn't last too long under these conditions (one 'action' to be precise), but it didn't look like she could be relied upon, which would make their next actions very interesting... and was Christie about to throw out another spell?

Christie: 5+?
Jacqueline: 3+0=3

It was a simple enough spell, for Christie, and she'd done it simultaneous to charming Irlana with a few gestures from her other hand.  Thankfully, it seemed to be the limit of her power, this round.  The effect of her other little spell was immediately apparent to Jacqueline. Her tight black top began to noticeably shrink. The tiny sounds of tearing could be heard, and it gradually would become hard to breathe. Small holes began to open up in the thin material, and her breasts were pretty much doomed to spill out with the next move she made...

((Clothing changes -- Christie loses upper bubble and right breast suds. She still has left breast, front, and back. Jacqueline is down to her bottoms, effectively, and the others have the same amount of clothing as last round.
I'm glad I was able to type that up; apologies if it isn't of the usual quality. I usually don't stay sick for much longer than I have been.))