Disarm and disarmor

You move into action. The world suddenly slows down dramatically. Birds seemingly stop flying midair. The knight seems frozen in space, looking at you with an intense expression mid-stride. You now move and think so inhumanly fast that the world is essentially paused as far as you’re concerned.

You make your way over to the knight. That sword looks dangerous, and that armor seems an entirely unfair advantage. Time to get rid of it.

It takes a little while for you to undo all the straps and buckles and remove all of the knight’s armor, but to the outside world it all happens in a split second. You’ve reduced her to her undershirt, pants and boots, and she immediately looks vastly less intimidating - more like an angry civilian, angrily clenching the fist that previously held her sword. You take the metal plates and deposit all of it on the table you were sitting at, neatly stacked, and allow time to resume.

The knight takes a couple more steps before the sudden change and lightening of the weight becomes apparent, and she stops and looks down at herself with great confusion and agitation, staring down at her loose undershirt and pants instead of expensive armor. “Huh, my- what did you just do!”

“Didn’t I mention? That’s a little trick of mine. Do you surrender with dignity?”

“Give me my armor back! Give me my sword back!” She starts taking big strides towards you, and the table where you’ve arranged all of her equipment.