Discretion is the better part of valour!

There was no shame in running. It wasted time, but that was all; she’d been **** to run from dryads, and she wasn’t too proud to admit she was thoroughly outnumbered, especially with her… wardrobe issues.

She should just get away, and get somewhere safe. Then she could deal with repairs.

She batted away another dryad as it got close, then took a moment to store up her power. Maybe she could lose them in the woods if she went that way, then turned back to head…

“Oh come on!” she yelled at another skirt-raising gust of wind. There was a reason she hated skirts.

That was it. She unleashed her stored up power, sending a miniature inferno that felt like it burned with the heat of a star scorching through the air, and the dryads unlucky enough to be in its path.

They chittered, scattering from the blaze for a moment; Lightning took advantage of their fear and ran, feeling the air still warm around her as she moved.

She just sprinted; she could feel the extra motion cause the tear in her skirt to extend up, but fuck it, given how the fight had gone that was hardly the worst that could have happened.

She was almost halfway out when a dryad swooped in; she struck out, mot quite with enough energy to cast a spell again. She ducked, evading the blow, feeling it brush her left shoulder.

A annoyed groan escaped her lips as the other shoulder strap tore; unable to hold both up and still use her hands to fight, she had to let it slip down, then eventually let both sides of the dress slip down to throw fireballs with each hand.

They were all around her, too close-

Both of her tits shook as she ran; Lightning swore they moved far more than they had before she’d been awoken by Bhunivelze. No, those were thoughts for another time, when she wasn’t having her dress torn to shreds-

She kicked back, feeling herself run out of energy again. Still, she was almost free.

A dryad grabbed at the back of her skirt. Grunting, she kicked at it, managing to knock the light thing back, and-

“Seriously?!” she shouted to the world at large, as it took a sizeable chunk of her skirt with it, torn away by its eager hands.

It barely felt like a dress any more. Her tits hung free, and the skirt had a steadily rising slit that now easily showed off her pussy, and even more easily displayed her toned ass thanks to the ripped hole in it.

How the hell was this thing meant to offer protection?!

She stumbled, but kept running; at least the dryads didn’t chase her too far from their nest. So long as she moved there, then back there…

She came to a stop behind a tree, panting.

A dryad leapt out of a bush; it was alone, so she had no trouble incinerating it. Still, its presence made her falter. The nest weren’t the only dryads, and if she wanted to avoid being mobbed by them again she’d need to be able to kill them in an instant, as she had then. Otherwise they’d just call more.

And this was her only garb capable of doing that. Which meant, if she wanted to have any hope of surviving, she’d need to stay in… this. This ruined, tattered mess of a dress.

She quickly shifted to another garb, then shifted back immediately, just to check; no, it stayed torn. Fuck.

She slumped back against the tree, sliding down it in a moment of humiliating defeat. She bit her lip as her bare ass touched the grass, and felt her skirt slip open as she descended to bare her cunt completely.

The top half of her dress slipped down, her tits unable to be covered by her arms without showing off far too much cleavage. She felt herself reddening. Damn it, she was meant to be the Savior, not cheap eye candy for passers-by.

Though as long as she got out of here… If she could get somewhere safer she could change into something more decent.

Biting back a whimper – she would not show weakness that easily – Lightning got back to her feet, cheeks colouring only slightly at the feel of the air on her ass. And did her best o find a dignified pose where she could use both hands to hold her shoulder straps up.

She just had to get out of here.