Battle does not go well

Helartha twirled her daggers, rising to her knees. The orcs moved to flank her. Though she'd never faced an orc before she had been well trained in strategy to use against them. Keep moving, use your speed, never let them corner you. So, she lunged out confidently at the nearest orc...

And slipped over a rounded stick, falling prone on her stomach!

The orcs burst out laughing at Helartha's display.

"This curse is great!" The axe orc said. "The girl stands no chance!"

Helartha was furious. She was being mocked by these foul villains. She vaulted up and lunged again, quick as a blur. The orc gaped as she swung back her dagger...

...and lost her grip on it, throwing it harmlessly behind her!

Both orcs laughed again. Helartha was furious. She was an elven ranger, not a clumsy child! This curse they spoke of must have been affecting her. None the less the brash young elf was confident she could beat them through sheer skill and will. She moved for an attack again with her remaining dagger...

...When suddenly the clasp of her pants snapped, sending her tight britches in a pile around her feet!

Helartha gasped as her legs were tangled. She looked down. Her bare pale legs showed under her plate armor, two well honed thighs and calves. True, the armor covered her underwear, but she was still greatly exposed, not to mention immobilized by her tangled legs!

The orcs both were doubled over with laughter. Helartha was still furious, but found herself blushing and stumbling in place, totally helplessly...