JALLAN VS. 'IRON' ASH!

"Well, it's a clear, beautiful day in the Enferia folks." The announcer chatted as the crowd took their seats. "Surely the gods must smile upon our queen and us all, for on this lovely day we've been graced with two exquisite and talented beauties to compete for our entertainment!"

The crowd whooped and clapped, then fell silent, eager to see the combatants.

"Entering from the East we have a newcomer, the tall and mysterious sword swinger, JAAAALLLAAN!"

The gate opened. Jallan calmly walked forward into the daylight. She looked up, baffled. She'd never been to the arena. She had no idea there'd be this many people! How could so many have so much time to waste?

Jallan sighed, once again lamenting her position. How had she ended up so destitute she was forced to fight for the entertainment of others? It was without honor, and it was not the swordmaster's way. Yet, Jallan was not wise to the ways of the world, having spent so many years in training at her fighting school. The small amount of money she possessed had quickly been, stolen, swindled and cheated away from her. At least she was using her sword to make a living.

Jallan stood, bright sun glinting off her white clothes and pale skin and hair. Her luminescent blue eyes seemed to glow with cool powers as she stood calmly, the viewfinder swinging around her to project her form to the audience.

"And entering west, you all know and love her, the plucky beauty with the heart of iron, IIIIIRON ASH!"

Ashley entered the arena. Unlike her opponent, she smiled and waved to the crowd. She was well liked for her positive attitude, might as well keep up appearances. Despite this, she also felt resentment having to fight in the arena. She just wanted to be a blacksmith and do her trade, but she desperately needed the money. And, despite a few shameful experiences, she'd done alright for herself so far.

The two faced each other. Jallan was glad Ashley held a sword. She was hoping it wasn't a mage! Ashley was intimidated by Jallan's rapier, a strange, incredibly well made weapon. Both women were obviously experienced fighters.

"And now, for you viewing pleasure, let's start the match!" The announcer said. A gong banged. Jallan bowed, then pulled her rapier. Ashley was surprised by the formality, but bowed back, then drew her sword.

Jallan decided to fight defensively. She wanted to see what her enemy was capable of. She took a stance, raising her buckler shield to project herself. If she saw the opportunity she would strike though, and... silly as it seemed, try to strip her opponent.

(Dex 9 +d10 crit!= 19 on a defense against your next move. First role a critical success, crazy!)

((if the way I'm posting isn't appropriate for this system, by all means let me know!))

Pumping her fist in the air, the girl did her best to get the crowd roused. If the crowd liked you, chances are you're getting paid more to do this. And who was her opponent? Some new fighter? It made her heart flutter at the possibilities.

She put her best grin on as she finished off her fist pumping with a wave; her smile was bright and perfect, for a commoner. The smith was dressed in her usual arena attire -- a sleeveless white shirt that hung baggily on her toned shoulders, a sturdy belt, and some baggy brown pants tucked into boots. Her smile was confident for now, but those butterflies in her stomach also came from knowledge of what typical arena attire of hers lay under that. They were always getting colorful with the choices, which she hoped wouldn't have to come to light.

Striding out, Ashley returned that warrior's salute, surprised perhaps to find someone with some dignity in the arena. She wasn't sure if that scared her or put her at ease. Either way she'd give it her all.

"Ah," she thought aloud. "It must be the newness," she said with a hint of sadness. All the same, her nod was respectful as she charged in, striking swiftly with her broadsword and hoping to both test her opponent's defenses or get a lucky strike.

((I didn't roll because, well, it's a miss isn't it? If I had, well, let's see for practice's sake. Ash can't beat her even on a 10 since her stat bonus is one less: Str 8 + roll 1 (damn, haha) plus, maybe, any bonuses for her hand-crafted-possibly-magical sword?
So, damn, I guess I have to ask... what are the critical failure rules? XD
Ah, well, in any case I'm going to post my reaction/next action prompt, just so you know what I'm doing (or in case i'm doing it wrong). I have a feeling I'll have a much better idea of how this is supposed to work after another turn or two. ))

Ash felt the air rush out of her lungs from the force of the defensive rebuff. But... it's just a rapier..? she thought in the brief haze following her impressively clumsy opening. She vaguely remembered her strike hitting something light but somehow also hard, fast, and forceful. Getting her bearings, Ash realized she was doubled over, the tip of her sword in the dirt, and the pommel of her sword sticking right in her gut. So that's what had knocked the wind out of me. Had the fencer really redirected all of her power with that thin little blade? Outrageous! she thought.

If she could act quickly enough, her plan was to pull her blade out of the dirt and try not to miss another beat. Sometimes that meant catching up. A proper duelist, eh? Damn, I hate fighting dirty, which is what I think I might need to do... she mused, wondering what her father would thought, bless his heart, if he had any idea what went on here. The dirty fighting would be the least of it, really. The dirty fighting, if anything, would be a nice reminder that Jallan was not in a training hall anymore. With that in mind, Ashley would bring up her sword with a flourish at that imposing breastplate, hoping to fling sand in the eyes of her attacker as she did.

(Speed 10 +roll 1 to dodge sand. Critical fail!)

Jallan had to say, her opponent was seriously lacking in formal training. She was obviously strong and confident, but she didn't even hold her sword right! When Ashley charged Jallan sidestepped, then slammed her rapier into the back of Ashley's blade, driving the hilt of Ashley's sword into her own stomach. Jallan watched as her enemy dipped her sword into the dirt., winded.

Jallan smiled slightly. This would be easy! Then, Ashley whipped around, bringing her sword up with a scoop of sand along with it. She flung the sand into the unsuspecting Jallan's face.

Jallan, blinded, sputtered and backed away. She was totally unprepared for such dishonorable conduct! Jallan's training had left her completely unprepared for the vicious practicality of the real world. Once again that had left her vulnerable as she sputtered and rubbed her eyes, hunched over. She was now completely vulnerable to Ashley, not even looking as 'Iron' Ash stood ready to strike!

"I'm actually sorry about this," Ashley scowled as she looked up, whipping the sword just inches from her breastplate but successfully blinding her, for now. It felt wrong, but, hells, wasn't this person trying to strip her for money? The "Iron" one attempted to keep her momentum going by planting her shoulder in Jallan's gut, rolling around behind her, and grabbing the back of her pants firmly. If she got a good enough grip, she was going to yank her breeches right down to her angle. Ideally, this would trip her up, if all went well.

"We'll make this quick, I hope?" she said, yanking upwards on the tightly stitched breeches, then yanking down, hard.

((8 strength + 6 roll..? so, that's opposed right? or are you supposed to be rolling for me..? I feel dumb right now, haha...))

(You roll, then I oppose and write the outcome based on the difference for this turn. You're doing it all right. I'm going to use my Dex to see if I can counter your attack. roll for your own character's actions I think works best

Dex 9- roll 10=19! I am all over the place on this one! So my 19 beats your 14)

Jallan was still sputtering when something hit into her gut. She had a solid and muscular stomach, so it didn't knock the wind out of her. Her vision finally cleared and she opened her eyes as Ashley moved around her. She felt a hand on her pants. She was losing!

Cool anger kicked up in Jallan. For Ashley's dishonorable actions she felt no sympathy. She stepped forward and pivoted, slipping out of Ashley's grip. She turned towards Ashley, bringing her sword in an an arch, slashing at the front collar of Ashley's shirt, hoping to shred it.

(Dex 9 + roll 6= 15 for sword strike. You can oppose with any skill you want (or take the hit if you want), then describe how my strike plays out. Then strike back)

Ashley grunted, gripping her sword with both hands as she squared off against her opponent. She was too fast! The way she recovered was far too much for Ash, pain her though it did to admit it. Despite herself, she threw her blade up as quickly as possible in a defensive gesture, hoping to bat it aside altogether. With any luck it'd knock that flimsy thing right out of her hands...

((roll 3 + dex 6 = 9 ))

Ashley blinked, her bright blue eyes shimmering with disbelief. She felt nothing when she swung her sword in its defensive arc. Damn! she cursed inwardly as she heard the whipping noise and felt the air whiz past her front in a neat vertical line. She felt her shirt slacken instantly -- Ash looked down only briefly to confirm that her loose white sleeveless tunic had been cleanly cut down the middle, and hung open like a vest now. Contrasting starkly with the dingy white tunic and her farmer's tan, was a powder pink bra that looked suited for nobility. it sported a white floral pattern and other cutesy little designs and lace -- everything that Ash generally hated. Her cheeks reddened and her brow furrowed at the strapless, low cut thing she'd been forced to wear, and thanked the gods that was all that was showing.

"Well, 'Iron Ash', that has to be the cutest bra we've ever seen you in here at the arena. Did you pick that one out this time?" the announcer chuckled, his magically amplified voice filling the arena. Ashley closed her eyes, a vein in her temple throbbing in irritation. "I do so love those cute little tits of hers, don't you? Look! They're quivering with raaage," he cooed quietly. "I didn't know they could do that," he said, mirth creeping into his voice. The audience rippled with chuckles. On the viewing sphere above, a high vantage shot of Ashley pacing angrily showed off what modest cleavage the lacy, sculpted bra gave her. The rest of her glistened from the waist up with a faint sheen of sweat, her muscles flexing slightly on her arms and in her midsection.

Ashley kept her calm as best she could, and even shrugged the useless 'vest' that used to be her shirt off of her shoulders.

"That thing was only getting in the way anyhow," she said just loud enough for her opponent to hear. She was showing no embarrassment, despite the redness in her cheeks. "I'm still not convinced you're better with the sword, so I won't show you my magic, just yet... though you have a few tricks to learn about fighting down here," Ash said, pacing back and forth dramatically, her blade pointed at her foe. The crowd murmured in quiet anticipation. "I'll teach you, but it comes with a price!"

With that, Ashley lunged again. This time, she swung her broadsword in tight arcs, spinning about a few times and generally testing Jallan's footwork. She attempted to get inside the range of her rapier, quickly, not hesitating even a little to throw a fast elbow or headbutt her opponent to throw her off. When she got close enough, she made a lightning fast downward stab, at about hip level, standing right next to Jallan. Both hands on her broadsword and jabbing down in a short stab at her side, Ashley realized this maneuver wouldn't be that effective in real combat, but it should slice up her waistband well enough. Perhaps it is I who've spent too much time in the wrong place...

((ok, I think i'm getting the hang of this, unless defending/opposing an attack takes up your action for the round...
roll 6 + 8 speed = 14 for her sword strike at Jallan's pants.
Never did determine if she got a bonus from her sword, but that's not a huge deal. Everyone who had a sword would want/have a bonus from them, if that were the case right?))

(As a smith she could have a plus one bonus, for an exceptional sword. Or a plus when she uses her magics? Up to you.

Dex 9 + roll 4=13)

Jallan was surprised by Ashley's strange maneuver. It left her wide open to Jallan's next strike, and she was totally off balance. Yet, as she thrust, Jallan realized that Ashley's strange strike was aimed at her pants! Another way Jallan was unprepared for fighting in the arena. She swung her buckler to block, but was a second to late. The broadsword slid off the skin, not cutting Jallan, but shredding her pants. They fell to her knee high boots.

Jallan realized that her pants would tangle her. Before her enemy could get take advantage she had to ditch them. So, she jumped away from Ashley, landing in a roll. While rolling she kicked her boots and pants away. She lost two clothing items but she was now unencumbered.

Ashley looked in shock. Had Jallan just kicked off her own boots and pants? Normally an enemy would fumble with them, making themselves a target. Jallan had just nimbly discarded them!

Jallan rose to face Ashley, sword at the ready. She was now bare legged, muscular limbs exposed. she had her breastplate, blouse, and thong all showing.

"Wow! In a stunning display both combatants have discarded their own ruined garments!" The announcer roared. "We are now getting our first look at Jallan and I've got to say,it's quite unexpected! Who knew the proper and noble swordswoman would wear a thong?"

The crowd laughed. Jallan raised an eyebrow, confused. Her thong allowed full range of motion. She'd never thought of it beyond that. Was it really such shocking underwear?

"And I got to say: Despite her wonderful legs, Jallan is definitely lacking in the 'junk in the trunk' as I like to say!" The announcer joked. The viewfinder swung around Jallan, projecting her butt onto the scree. It was true. being so muscular and lean, her butt was very flat. Jallan had never thought about it. Seeing it projected though it was plainly obvious.

Jallan started to feel nervous. Her cheeks grew warm. She'd never been exposed like this! She didn't think she would care, but found this quite uncomfortable! Why were they pointing out her flaws like that?

Jallan struggled to contain her emotions. She looked to Ashley, eyes narrowing. She she surged forward, unleashing her flurry of blows, moving the rapier faster then the eye could follow, to shred her enemies clothes!


(Spd. 10 +roll 9= 19.)

Ashley's eyes flicked down at Jallan's quick legs, envious of their muscle tone and the way in which she effortlessly kicked off her boots. She tried not to think too hard about that time she was unprepared for something very similar happening to her.

((Roll 6 + dexterity 6...))

Ashley's bright eyes narrowed as she watched the dangerous woman weave her way closer, blades flashing. Attacks seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, she didn't have time to think...

While her time in the arena may have softened her (some) to real fighting, it paid off here somewhat. Her blade instinctively flew down to protect her legs and breeches; she felt several blows deflect. On her upper body, however, she felt countless stinging welps surface on her skin as the rapier danced along her torso.

"Shit!" she cried as she felt her top pop loose an instant later, flying several feet away from her. The viewing sphere showed a magnified image of her chest instantaneously -- even though her breasts could only bounce once with a little jiggle of flesh, the orb caught it all. Her little stiff nipples were already pointing outward, as if relieved to be free. Ash hissed in frustration and did her best to keep two hands on her blade.

She flew forward without any further hesitation. Even most other duelists would try to create some distance. Ash was growing a bit more desperate. Her hands glowed briefly, a grayish glow, and her form turned into a blur of unnatural speed as she went to slap Jallan's breastplate. Even brief contact would do. If her hand connected, transmutation magic would cause the metal to warp and constrict, becoming useless and popping off of her in a crumpled heap. It was crude, but it would do the job.

(( roll 7 + speed 8 = 15))

Jallan was surprised as Ashley protected her lower half very well. Her heavy sword could not hope to keep up with the rapier though, and Jallan was able to shred Ashley's bra. She felt gratification as she watched the bra fall away, revealing Jallan's small breasts. Jallan had gained another point! Soon her enemy would be stripped and she would be the winner!

Then, Jallan was surprised as Ashley charged forward, unnaturally fast. Ashley reached out, trying to slap at Jallan's breastplate.

(Spd 10 roll 8 18)

Jallan used her buckler to slap Ashley's hand away. She wasn't sure what her enemy was up to, but better safe then sorry. Then, to her shock. After Ashley's hand grazed the shield it glowed, then began to smash and crinkle inwards.

Magic! Jallan, surprised, threw her now useless shield aside. Well, she had plenty of options without the buckler! Jallan threw her rapier in a smooth, precise strike, intent on cutting the hem of Ashley's pants.

(Dex 9 + roll d10 critical! Hope this doesn't end too soon!

((those rolls though!
roll 2 + 8 strength = 10 ))

Ashley tried to grab the hand of her opponent, not yet deterred by her lack of success. The transmutation made quick work of that buckler... she'd just need a little more luck...

But luck wouldn't come to her defense -- she grabbed firmly on Jallan's wrist, but not before the act of getting and staying close to the fencer left her open to several more attacks. More cries of outrage and exertion rang out through the arena as little holes began to open up in her baggy pants, revealing welts beneath where she'd been slashed.

That thick leather belt of hers took two, three hits before it was cleanly severed. With her brow furrowed, Ash managed to grab her waistband with her sword hand, somehow catching both in a white-knuckle grip. Her other hand, she kept on Jallan's wrist. She huffed, red in the face and clearly frustrated. Her breasts were bare on her heaving chest, and she was unable to cover. Her opponent was proving to be better than her in every way. And that just wouldn't do..!

What have I been doing this whole time? In this silly arena... I feel like I've come NO closer to helping my family... Though she was wordless, Jallan saw the conflict on Iron Ashley's face as she struggled to keep hold of her wrist. With a grunt and a mighty yank, Ashley attempted to shake Jallan's sword free from her grip and, if lucky, pull her into a grapple.

(( strength 8 + roll 9 = 17 ))

((Not sure if need dictates that Ash target an article of clothing for this maneuver -- if something were to come off of her opponent it would probably be the breastplate, ripped off at the straps in the struggle))

(Str 8 + roll 6= 14)

Jallan was pulled off balance as Jallan yanked on her arm. She was surprised by her enemies vice like grip. Ashley twisted her arm until Jallan was forced to drop her sword. Ashley then grasped the top of Jallan's breastplate. When she did this though she was forced to release her pants, which fell to her knees.

"Woah, looks like Ashley lost her pants!" The announcer called. The viewfinder swung to show Ashley's rounded butt, contained in white ruffled panties! The panties of a child! Ashley had them for years. Her lucky underwear.She knew they were childish but reluctant to give them up. She regretted wearing them today though!

Unfazed, Ashley kept her grip on Jallan's arm and breastplate, pulling and prying.

"But our plucky fighter is unfettered, still trying to strip her enemy!" the announcer sounded genuinely shocked. "That's why they call her 'Iron' Ash, the fighter who never quits!

Finally, the straps to the breastplate snapped. Ashley threw it aside. Jallan now was revealed to her flowing blouse and thong! She wasn't out of the fight yet though! Jallan was sword less, but not without weapons. She leaned back, arching her neck back. Then she threw her head forward, hoping to head butt Ashley with her metal headband. The magic of the arena would prevent this from being a knock out blow, but she hoped to knock her opponent to the ground so she could pick up her sword!

(Str 8 roll 10 Crit! I swear, I am not faking these rules, my luck's just been all over the place!)

(( constitution 7 + roll 2 = not that it mattered...
haha, I guess we see who got all the luck this match! ))

Ashley certainly wasn't expecting the headbutt. She was holding the impressive breastplate up, ready to throw it aside, but she flexed her arm and channeled a bit of transmutation magic into it -- the breastplate crumpled into a ball before cracking along its seams. She threw the ball aside where it shattered into several pieces.

The headbutt was yet to come, though. It was then that she felt a cool breeze on her toned thighs and sculpted calves. Oh no! she realized with dread. Her big but tight ass was covered only by those damn ruffles! My 'lucky' panties indeed, she thought with a gulp of dread as laughter erupted throughout the arena. What a nightmare, she numbly thought as she felt the tears welling up in her eyes involuntarily. No, dammit... I'm a warrior... we don't... Try as she might to not get overly frustrated, her lower lip was quivering and her eyes shimmered slightly. Her thighs clamped together at last when she finally realized her brown pants were pooled around her ankles. Much like the other times.

Her large, clunky boots posed an explicit hindrance, but they kept making her wear them. At this point, she should've ditched them somehow, like the top, but she froze up. "N-no..." she whispered quietly. "Not this time..." her voice was on the edge of a whimper, barely audible. It was in this moment of sheer embarrassment that had only been made worse by having happened before that Ashley left herself most vulnerable.

She saw stars when the headband connected, and even if she were prepared to roll with the hit, her pants would still get tangled up around her boots, as they did now. Therefore, not only did Ash topple over, but Ashley's feet went flying up in the air after a few staggering, punch drunken feet of stumbling. She landed on her muscled ass in the sand, spread eagle, bouncing hard. Her modest breasts bounced perkily once, and she moaned as her head rolled, still dazed and looking rather comical. The pervy viewing sphere showed the frilly white panties, close up, over her crotch. The angle showed her glistening, sand-plastered thighs and the material bunching up tightly against her nether lips. The worst part was she wasn't even aware enough to cover herself, for now. It was by a feat of pure luck and perhaps some instinctual desire, training or a bond with her blade, but she managed to hold onto her sword, of all things.

((so, Ash doesn't act, is that right?))

(I guess that seems right. Let you decide the results of my actions, so you decide how much critical do)

Jallan watched as Ashley fell to the ground, pants tangled around her boots. The dazed fighter sat, rubbing her head. She'd kept her sword and her pants were around her ankles but her strange panties were totally exposed.

Jallan picked up her sword. She marched at the prone Ashley, who was still barely aware, not even covering her shame or closing her legs. Jallan saw the quickest course to strip her enemy. She'd strike at Ashley's panties, while with her foot stomping on the pants around her ankles, hopefully pinning her legs, leaving her no recourse but to crawl out of her own pants. Then, hopefully she'd be naked and Jallan would be done with this nonsense.

She thrust, bringing her foot up to pin the pants at the same time...

(Dex 9 Roll 2= 11)

(( what'd you declare recently? criticals were just a bit more glorious and/or embarrassing strippings?  She's definitely losing the pants.
roll 7 + dex 6 to dodge the sword ))

Ash shook her head, getting rid of the last of her cobwebs before blinking and realizing what was happening.  Not having time to comprehend the embarrassment, Ash yanked her boots free of her flapping pants legs with a grunt; she was able to do this because Jallan was keeping them pinned.  In an impressive display of flexibility, Ash spread her thighs almost 180 degrees apart and bucked her hips up quickly to avoid the slashing of the sword down her front, at her last remaining garment.  Strangely, she lay there in the sand with Jallan over her.  If anything she'd scooted closer in the sand to her.

"Hey," she purred, bringing a hand closer to the crotch of her panties.  "You seem to want a peek pretty badly," she said demurely, a single fingertip hooking underneath the side of the crotch, threatening to tug it aside.  Hints of her dark bush peeked from the side of the elastic-like material, but just when it seemed like she might actually flash Jallan, Ash sprung into action.  All of that was setup for what could be her last effort.

Grabbing at the pants leg with one hand, she quickly brought her sword up from the ground in a feinting motion, hoping to throw Jallan off guard.  She didn't actually swing though.  Right before the moment when Jallan should have dodged, Ashley yanked the pants up and away from Jallan.  Since she was standing on the pants leg, if she surprised her enough, it should be enough to take her off balance.  If all that worked, she'd definitely be open to an attack.

She swung her sword in a wide horizontal arc, across Jallan's waistline, presumably to slash the front of her panties open.

((roll 8 + intelligence 8 = 16 to attempt to pull off the complicated ruse))
((edit: sorry, that's 8 + int 7 = 15 :p ))

(Int 4+ roll 7= 11 to detect Ashley's plan.)

Jallan watched in shock as Ashley taunted her. She stared in shock. Her rival played at tearing off her own panties! Was she mad? Then came Ashley's slash. Jallan's eyes narrowed. Another dishonorable trick! She raised her sword to block, unaware that this too was a feign. Ashley's actual goal was to grasp the pants Jallan was standing on, sending her off balance!

Jallan, once more taken by surprise, stumbled backwards. She was unable to defend as Ashley slashed at her panties!

Ashley's sword slashed the front of Jallan's thong. Jallan looked in shock as it fell away, revealing her jet fluff of pubic hair. The thong was not removed though, the straps which held it around her waist still intact. It fell between her legs and ended up flapping by her now bare butt like a tail!

"Ooh, in a shocking display of white, Jallan has been stripped of her thong! For the most part that is." The announcer chuckled. "And yes, apparently that white hair is quite real!

Jallan flushed. Her crotch, revealed to hundreds! She hadn't thought she was shy. Really, she hadn't known! Many of her people had white hair, what did that matter! Now she was shamed by her white pubic hair though. She flushed for one of the first times in her life, and with her free hand pulled her shirt down to try to hide her crotch. She hated this display of weakness, bout couldn't stop herself.

Angirly, she flailed her sword at Ashley, not her normal perfect form, for she had her thighs slammed shut and her shirt pulled down, messing up her stance.

(Dex 9 + roll 5 - 2 distracted 12 to hit)

Ashley's jaw dropped slightly from her perspective on the ground. What exactly was she looking at..? She didn't know, all she knew was it was a delight to her. The viewing sphere showed things from her perspective on the ground (which was surreal when Ash caught a glimpse of it), her own glistening, sand-dusted body leading down to Jallan's toned legs, and up, where her white bush stood out prominently. As Ash got to her feet, still slightly shaky, she got a good glimpse between her thighs.

Ash smirked a little bit, not happy with her current state of dress but still feeling better. By the time Jallan was able to level an attack at her, she was ready.

((roll 9 + strength 8 = 17 ))

Ashley easily deflected the blows with strong swipes of her sword. At some point, she wondered if she could keep this up... sure, her low cunning had gotten the better of her a time or two. Maybe the key was to keep her this distracted.

Iron Ash whistled, eyes widening, as she stared down at her covered crotch. "Show me again -- it's so... white!" she said, seeming bewildered. "Aloysius, if she's gonna cover up, can we at least see her butt?" she called out to the announcer, who seemed to shrug and gesture to the unseen director.

Sure enough, the viewing sphere showed a low angle shot of the duelist's skinny rear. Hoots and hollers came from the crowd, along with clapping and wolf whistling.

Jallan caught shouts of "Not much meat on her!" and "it's nice for such a bony arse," and other such things from the crowd. Ash canted her head.

"Hmm, sounds like they really wanna see what's between your legs again," she taunted, before looking up slowly. "Oh my god," she gasped. "It's showing off everything from right under your shirt..!"

Of course, it wasn't, yet, but Ash did her best to make it convincing. When/if Jallan looked up, she'd whip her shirt right up and off her with a flourish, ripping it away if she had to.

((charisma 6 + roll 9 = 15
two 9's, interesting. Maybe a bit of luck at last. I could use at least ONE critical hit..!))

(Int 4+ roll 4=

What? That damn viewfinder could see up her shirt? How was this possible? Flushing, Jallan looked down at her crotch. Her shirt was hiding it well, and the viewfiinder was nowhere in sight. What was Ashley talking about?

That was when Ashley struck!

While Jallan foolishly looked away Ashley slashed at her shirt, splitting it open and pulling it away in one wide arch. It slipped from Jallan's hand, so now her crotch was revealed as well.

The audience and Ashley stared in amazement. Jallan's firm upper half, from her thin muscular arms to her muscle lined flat stomach, glistened with a pale sheen of sweat. Her breasts, large C-cups, were tightly bound down to her chest with a band of white fabric. Poking above this was massive cleavage, made more shocking by the pressure against her breasts.

Jallan stood, wearing only a white band around her chest and the remains of a useless thong. She was almost naked! Now her cheeks grew bright red, she bit her lip nervously and her eyebrows furrowed in fear. She was losing! She was almost naked!

Harnessing the last of her resolve, Jallan slashed, using a pin point strike aimed at Ashley's panties. She was NOT going to get stripped first and have to do some degrading forfeit! Not by this dishonorable maiden! She'd strip her first!

(Dex 9 +roll 2= 11)

Damn, Ashley thought. Ireally wanna see those, she mused as she watched those bound breasts pop into view. She licked her plump lips, removing from of the sand from them by casually spotting to the side.

"Ashamed of those milk jugs eh?" She taunted, whipping her sword about in an attempt to intimidate her. "Just one... Little... Cut, and the whole audience will be able to see them..."

((Roll 4 + 8 speed = 12))

Ashley spun to the side, finding her quickness again as the blade narrowly missed her panties. She whistled to herself and quietly thanked her lucky undergarment. Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed her opponent, trying not to be distracted by her view of that delightful white bush. Trying not to be distracted by the idea of running her fingers through the lovely, soft looking hair on her head, then the hair down below... Trying not to be distracted by the fact that she was in nothing but her bloomers! The wind seemed to whip around her sculpted, full butt, flipping through the childish ruffles as the material bit into her big girl ass.

This slice, she'd need her blade for. Channeling a bit of last ditch magical energy into it, the steel glowed a faint blue, instantly seeming faster and sharper than before as she swung it in an upward arc. If she'd closed the distance in time her blade would cut right through the middle of those breast wraps.

She may have been about to lose at a moments notice, when her panties eventually suffered an attack. Hallam still had the ruins of that damn thong after all... But she'd be damned if those tits weren't coming out first.

((Roll 10 + 8 speed = woohoo! Finally a critical))

(Speed 10 + roll 2=12)

Jallan lined up her rapier to block Ashley's strike. She kept her yes on the girl, ready for the next trick. She couldn't trust this girl! While she looked to Ashley, she caught a glimmer from the sword. Suddenly it moved faster then before, faster then was natural!

Jallan's block fell short of Ashley's strike. Ashley's sword, mystically enhanced, cut impossibly fast and true. No one even saw the strike. Jallan looked confused as everyone else. Then, suddenly, her white strap bra split in half, falling away.

As soon as the strap fell away, Jallan's breast's burst forward. Free from confinement, they were truly impressive to behold. Two perfect orbs, defying gravity, perky and round. Her nipples were small little nubs sticking off of each one. Free from restriction they emerged, swelling slightly at the cool air.

"Ooh! The biggest surprise yet! Jallan the stern seems to have a secret: An amazing rack she kept tucked away from the world! And now it's here for all you lucky people to see!" The announce was getting excited, almost roaring.

Jallan was aghast. She had almost lost Beside's a flimsily bit of string around her waist holding up the remains of her thong SHE WAS NAKED! Everything was already exposed. Her breast, her crotch, her butt. Her long strong limbs. Her whole body! She felt like a piece of meat to these people! And it was all HER fault! She reared on Ashley, aiming one last strike with all her might and skill

(Dex-9+roll 10= 19 Critical! No joke! That was some amazing luck. Glad both ladies are getting shown off!

((yep, Ash literally can't beat these rolls! Let's just get to it...))

Ash let out a cry as she spun to dodge this next attack. It seemed to come more quickly than the others, an attack born of a mixture of rage and precision. Very dangerous. Try as she might, twisting her athletic body to the side in an attempt to roll with the slashes and stabs, she eventually cried out.

With her body turned to the side, she looked down to see that Jallan had put her rapier through her ridiculous panties. Ash had to marvel for a moment at the precision and skill. The blade was flat against her pelvis, having stuck in through one of the leg holes near her crotch, and came out the top of the waistband at an angle. The smith cringed and looked away when she felt Jallan whip her sword back, slicing cleanly through her remaining garment.

Guess the worst was yet to come, Ash thought bitterly, covering her face with her hands in a rare moment of shame. She wasn't about to cover up her body, but she just couldn't face the audience for what was going to be revealed next.

The viewing sphere had a full body shot of Ashley, as if waiting for her ruined panties to fall. The way that Jallan had slashed them, one bit of elastic clung to her thigh, but the rest of it pretty much hung uselessly. So, away it fell in a sudden flopping motion, and the viewing sphere immediately revealed Ashley's pretty-much-naked body.

Her breasts were still on display, the stiff little nubs on them protruding more than ever, and looking rather long. Her toned midsection was flexed with anxiety, making the lines that led down her abdomen all the more appealing and pronounced. The viewing sphere's point of view panned around her back at this point, as the panties fell dramatically, showing off her dimpled ass cheeks. As if they sensed they were suddenly being watched, they visibly tensed up. Her body was covered with goosebumps and she shivered slightly. That ass of hers managed to jiggle some at the involuntary reaction.

"Whoa," Aloysius mused aloud. "Someone does lots of squats," he chuckled. "I gotta say, Jallan, Ashley has you beat in some departments."

The sphere spun its eye around to Ashley's front again, showing off her hipbones and finally the tan lines beneath her undergarments. She was significantly less tan down there, which made the appearance of her dark bush stand out all the more.

Then there was the fact that it had been shaved into a neat little heart shape, quite recently.

Aloysius gawked from the announcer's box, wordless for the moment. As if to confirm, the viewing sphere magnified its perspective, showing a close up of the dark, soft-looking, neatly trimmed bush. The bottom tip of the heart seemed to point to her pursed nether lips. Ashley trembled, mortified, as the audience began to holler and laugh aloud.

I could kill those damned arena managers. Last week it was a thong that vibrated, the week before that it was a strap-on cock, but this week it's my lucky panties, and they require me to shave this ridiculous shape in my... All manner of angry and humiliated thoughts ran through her head as, with a deep breath, she finally removed her hands from her face and looked up at the viewing sphere.

Gods!

She looked even more ridiculous than she'd imagined, with her shiny, pale tan lines showing in the sun. Her pubic hair style was something she imagined was only seen at brothels. And those ridiculous bloomer panties, hanging from around one damn fine thigh. My ole lucky panties don't count anymore, do they? The smith numbly looked up at the announcer's box, waiting for his customary "winner!" announcement... or lack thereof.

"Well, uh, ladies and gentlemen," Aloysius began, blinking as if a bit distracted by the sights before him. "I'm sending my heart out to Ashley today -- and I hope she does the same, frankly," she said with a chuckle. Lots of audience members groaned, and Aloysius gave a deferential gesture that seemed to say 'cut me some slack' as he shrugged.

Ashley sternly stuck her sword in the sand and looked at the announcer with a furrowed brow.

"I do this a lot, folks, and boy do I love my job. I've seen a lot of things. I mean a loooot. But it's been far too long since I've seen, uhm, hair styles this interesting in one of our little fights... and two no less!"

"It would, uh, appear, though... that white and fluffy wins the day?" he half exclaimed, full of uncertainty, as he looked behind him at the director as if to say 'is that right?' Ashley had folded her arms under her breasts at this point and was more angry than embarrassed, for now.

"Jallan is the winner..?"

((so, I wasn't sure if the critical meant Ash lost her panties entirely. I figured it probably did, which means Jallan is winner? I thought it'd be funnier to express this uncertainty above... if i'm wrong though, let me know, haha...
Anyway, excellent match, very fun. This next part should be interesting too... XD ))

Suddenly, at a slight breeze, Ashley's panties fell down her thigh to the ground, leaving her body totally uncovered.

"Well, I guess that settle's it!" The announcer laughed. "Looks like there's no denying Iron Ash lost this one! Though I think you'll all agree the audience was the real winners!"

The crowd laughed. It was true. While Jallan technically had her thong still, every inch of her body was showing. She was just as exposed as Ashley. It was as rare type of match where winner and loser were both exposed.

Jallan was not happy about being exposed. She thought she wouldn't care. She had thought it wouldn't affect her. But, it was different then she'd imagined. It made her humiliated, shamed and embarrassed. And angry. Particularly she was angry. Angry that she'd almost been beaten with dishonorable tricks from Ashley.

Jallan had intended to be fair if she won. She was not going to make an already defeated enemy do some humiliating forfeit. It was not honorable. Now that she'd be fully exposed, she didn't care as much about honor. She wanted revenge.

"Alright, 'Iron' Ash," Jallan said, pointing her rapier at the naked woman. "Time to get started. Let's say... 20 jumping jacks."

"WHAT?!" Ashley said, shocked. She was supposed to jump around naked? In front of hundreds of people, the viewfinder capturing close ups from every angle?

"NOW!" Jallan demanded, whipping her sword across Ashley's backside.

"OW!" Ashley yelped at the stinging impact. Jallan raised her sword back to smack her again. Reluctantly, Ashley started her jumping jacks.

"Wow, who would've thought, the cold and formal Jallan is still giving us an exciting show!" The announcer laughed as Ashley started jumping

Ashley watched as her naked body was displayed before her from the viewfinder. Every time she jumped her whole firm body vibrated and rippled, muscles flexing, skin moving. It was an incredibly exposing thing to do naked. Worse, she had to spread her legs each time she clapped her hands, giving an intimate view between her legs!

"Ooh, what a sight!" The announcer said. "If only there was a little more up top to shake around!"

It was true. If Ashley had large breasts, like Jallan, it would be a marvelous display to see her jumping up and down, breasts swinging. Ashley's small mounds didn't really swing. They more jiggled, erect nipples moving all around, that was about all though.

Ashley closed her eyes for the last few jumping jacks, unable to keep watching herself.

"17... 18... 19... 20!" She said, finally finishing.

"Now, 20 lunges. Go!" Jallan demanded, like a demented drill Sargent. She smacked Ashley across the butt with the flat of her sword again.

"OUCH! Okay, Okay!" Ashley said, stepping forward with her right foot, lunging in place. "1..."

The crowd cheered and marveled as Ashley stretched her legs apart. Again, this showed her crotch very well under her heart shaped pubic hair. It also made her perky, round butt flex to the viewfinder, which swung around back.

Watching Ashley degrade herself, Jallan felt strange. She almost felt... like she was enjoying this. As more then revenge, like it was... exciting her! She felt her small nipples stiffen on her large breasts and hoped the crowd wouldn't notice.

After lunges came 20 push ups. The viewfinder zoomed in on her butt, pointed up to the crowd, then her chest, which dangled in an amusing way, gravity pulling her small chest down.

Then 20 sit ups. This was the worse. Ashley tried to keep her legs together as she rose, but it proved impossible. Her open lips were visible between her calves, the view finder zooming in and showing it all!

Finally, Ashley was done. She stood, hair a mess. Her body gleaned with sweat, her chest rising with heavy breaths. Her face was bright red. Though everything had already been seen everything, she found herself covering with her hands, ashamed at the exposure she'd just experienced.

"NO COVERING!" Jallan yelled, smacking Ashley again across the butt. Ashley yelped, then threw her hands to her sides.

"Now bow to your better." Jallan demanded. Ashley, biting her lip, bowed to Jallan, sticking her perfect butt out one more time for the crowd.

"Now leave." Jallan said. Ashley walked from the arena, with almost no dignity intact. She swore she'd get revenge on that white haired wench!

When Ashley was gone, Jallan threw her hands up in victory. The crowd went wild, roaring and cheering, giving a standing ovation. Her own nudity forgotten for a moment, Jallan felt the thrill of victory. She hadn't enjoyed being stripped, but she found that some part of her enjoyed stripping others! Perhaps she'd stick around in the arena for a while...

((Yep, fantastic match, and a nice finish Splotch. I already can't wait to get another one going.))

Ashley panted, now officially more exhausted than ever, her nude body glistening with sweat and caked with sand. The stinging welts on her bottom had caused her to tear up, and the humiliation had really peaked while she was doing sit-ups.

The fact that it all reminded her of her less-formal training was a bit of added sting. She grunted, flexed, and did her best to quickly go through the exercises. She bowed her head, short hair bobbing, as she did the jumping jacks, what little excess flesh she had bouncig readily. She cringed with each lunge, not daring to look up at the viewing sphere to see what it revealed. The sit ups had her grunting with each motion, her bent knees not doing a great job of hiding her glistening slit between her legs. She sniffed once, angry tears of defeat in her eyes never spilling over.

Shamefully, Ash covered her face and sprinted out of the arena. She felt disgraced, but as she rubbed her sore muscles later, she found herself thankful that she hadn't had to do any squats.

I owe her one, she thought bitterly. gods help her if we ever fight again...