Cinyarra loses her power

"Hi, Cinyarra!" shouts Raider, emerging from hiding and waving up at the giant titaness. "How ya doin'? I've come to put an end to your rampage."

Cinyarra shoves off the last of her admirers and rises to her feet, gazing down at him from her full twenty-five-foot height.

"And who are you to threaten a titan?" she says. Her voice is a powerful melody, as well-formed as her dynamite body.

"I am the Raider of Girls' Underthings!" says Raider.

"You are nothing! Gaze upon me, and know servitude! The maddening love you feel for me cannot be--"

"Nice cooter."

There's a warning that all the female academy students are given early in their training: Guard your vagina. Your magical attacks are a lot less effective against a guy once he's seen your vagina. It's the reason that most female magic users end up going into healing or support, and the reason that the titaness's power has significantly ebbed.

Cinyarra looks down at her own crotch, only now discovering that her titanic red thong is at half-mast. She screams, moving to yank it back up. It's too late, though. Her girlhood has been exposed. Everyone has seen everything.

"Now," says Raider, cracking his knuckles. "How should we do this?"