Alice, but not while retaining her modesty

The cool wind brushed against Alice with every movement she made, Sending shivers down her spine and her tabard flying. It must have been Lady Luck herself extending aid to a fellow woman that she had not been exposed to the huddled masses already, and as the duel dragged on Alice was quickly realized that aid was limited. Martins reckless ****'s would have rendered him helpless against a regular knight, of course, a regular knight would wield a suit of full plate armor as well, and could trust in his plate to defend him as he dove into the brutal barrage and into the guard of his combatant. That was a luxury Alice didn't posses.

Again and Again they would trade blows against their near impenetrable armor, clash, and then retreat. Again and again the wind would sweep up and expose more of her form to the massive crowd that surrounds her. The first, an unfortunate gust of wind had blown the rear flap to the side and her leap back had flung it far from its rightful place exposing the entirety of her tight athletic rear to the audience who cheered at the sight, bringing the crimson color back to her cheeks. The second she could blame on Martin, That stab attempt on her 'armored' sternum had displaced the cloth covering her breast revealing the barest glimpse of her areola , still that glimpse was all the crowd needed to whip themselves into a fervor, begging on Martin to deliver another stab at her chest so they might see the noblewoman's breast. Luckily for Alice, Martin was an arrogant and jealous man and took to poorly to the assorted horde of peasants telling him what to do, turning to yell at them mid-fight and granting Alice the opportunity to fix her clothes before total embarrassment occurred. But the third was the worst of all, the third was when Lady Alice realized Lady Luck was only willing or able to offer so much at once.

A brazen blow toward her naked thigh by Martin was all the opportunity she needed to end this duel and she new it. She brought her kite shield down with full **** sending Martins sword skittering crossed the cold stone below, revealing her bare tight ass once again in the process. Alice ignored the cheering behind her as she thrust her sword forward, not toward the predictable target like so many attacks before, that would've ended the same way as all the others, no, she struck out for his helmeted head. Martin played his part predictably extending his shield in an effort to block the obvious target, the exposed space in the armored plate between his arm and his chest, the loose shirt of chain would do little to stop a full **** thrust with a long sword and the delicate flesh beneath would yield easily to the blade ending the duel quickly if struck, no fighter, no matter how zealous, could fight on while losing a bucket of blood a second. Of course, that's what the shield was their to prevent, and that's why Alice choose in this moment to lunge at an unpredictable, possible foolish point instead. With dagger like accuracy, she stuck the thin fold of the helmets visor meant to protect against the glare of the sun and rain, it now served to delivered purchase on her blade and **** the helmet upward. Of course, the helmet had been fastened around Martins chin, but that only meant the helmet could not be removed, not that it couldn't be moved.

With a single well placed blow, Alice had blinded Martin sending the Arrogant knight flailing backward. Not wanting to loose her chance at sure victory Alice leapt forward and unto the swinging knight, his cumbersome gauntlets preventing him from grasping the mad woman leaping atop him until it was already to late, her own weight and **** sending him reeling unto the hard rock beneath them. They fell with a heavy crash, Martins plated helm smacking into the ground and flying back up with the crushing ****, only to meet the pummel of Alice's blade on the return sending him back to ground with a sickening thud.

The crowed roared around her and Alice sat their silently smiling as she devoured their praise for several seconds before a keen wind pointed out the terrible truth to poor Alice. The cold breeze brushed shamelessly against her feminine folds and elucidated Alice on the retrospectively obvious fact that the crowd wasn't looking at her face in her moment of victory, but rather were staring somewhat southward. She looked before she moved, stunned by the very thought, and horrified by the realization. Martin's Gauntlet had caught the flimsy cloth of her tabard in his **** flailing, his dead arm had unwittingly uncovered her lions exposing the tight innocent folds of the virgin lady to the unwashed masses in front of her, her shaven mound not even offering her the scant protection of stray hair to shield her intimates from their lustful eyes.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She screamed. Leaping upward and dropping her sword in a **** attempt to swing her arms as quickly as she possibly could to guard her formerly private treasure from the rapacious eyes of the audience, only to have them rebuffed by the useless invincible cloth that still hung open for all to see. It took several additional embarrassing seconds of exposure before Alice gathered enough of her senses to grasp at the limp arm that dangled beside her and pry the cloth from the finger joints and allow the cloth to fall wistfully back into its rightful place guarding her modesty as well as her body.

She hadn't had the time to recover her composure before her old friend made his way to her, his intent painted clearly on his soft blue eyes.