Ditch her weapons and armor

"You can bring nothing with you." One of the monks repeated simply.

"Yeah but... naked!" Kamala asked again in shock.

"Perhaps you are not able to face the challenges as Herecolos did." Said another monk.

"No, I can..." Stammered Kamala, still objecting.

"Perhaps we should end the trials." Said another.

"No! No, I can do it." Kamala said forcefully. She'd trained her whole life for this moment! True, she didn't expect to have to be naked, but she'd do whatever it took! This was the greatest honor possible, her life goal!

First she set down her trident spear. even setting that down made her feel naked, she was never without her weapon. She was just getting started though.

Next Kamala unclipped her gauntlets and shin guards. The shining metal armor clattered to the ground. Her long, tanned bare limbs were exposed. She slipped off the iron circlet from her head and her sandals. Then, after a moment's hesitation she unlatched her chest plate, exposing her bare midriff and the wrap of white fabric which covered her chest.

"There." She said, standing in nothing but an open wrapped skirt, a strip of fabric around her chest and nothing else. "Surely that's enough."

"You can bring nothing with you." A monk repeated.

"You mean... even this!?" She gestured at the small amount of fabric on her body.

"You can bring nothing." He said firmly.

THe meaning was clear. Either get naked or give up.