Eventually...

Hilda grumbles and mutters as she and Victoria plod along through the woods.

Both women are looking quite a bit worse for wear now.

Victoria has lost her high heels, revealing her true, and rather short (compared to Hilda) height of only 5' 4" and even worse than that, her dress is starting to get dirty!

The garment was meant to be worn in conjunction with her boosted height, and as a result of losing that, the poor woman has to now keep it hiked up using her hands just to keep from tripping and falling over.

At least she's got it worse! Victoria thinks to herself as she looks over at her traveling companion.

Hilda has lost all her armor and her sword (it all got scattered in the bee attack, and with the sun now starting to set, they both decided it was better to grin and bear it and move on instead of taking the time to gather everything back up), but even worse, she'd also lost... her pants!

That fall from the trees caused the already ripped and ruined garment to completely give up the ghost. So now the not-so-noble-looking knight is traveling along in just a shirt, her too-small panties, and her fine leather boots.

In a way, it didn't really matter that Hilda had lost her sword anyway - now she needed to use both hands to tug her shirt down in a vain attempt to hide as much of her pale, panty-devouring bum from view as possible (spoiler, it wasn't getting the job done).

"Fat cow!" Victoria mumbles.

"Stupid shrimp!" Hilda grumbles.

Neither one managing to quite hear what the other says.

"Well, my skilled and experienced explorer..." Victoria says with dripping sarcasm. "Are we any closer to getting out of this mess?"

"Shut up!" Hilda snaps as she briefly lets go of her shirt to swat at a bug, causing her shirt to immediately ride up and re-expose the entirety of her barely-clad booty.

At this point, the under-dressed knight is getting too tired to argue any more.

"We've been heading in one direction this entire time. The road's got to be just through this next thicket. I know it!" Hilda says, as if saying it will make it true.

But it isn't, and all the two manage to do is get their remaining clothes a little more dirty and ripped as they repeatedly snag on all those brambles and thorns and other pokey bits.

Still, the two press on, **** to not have stay out here over night.

They come to another thicket, and wriggle through. Then another. And another.

By the time they finally escape this cursed wood, the sun has nearly set, and the two sweaty, dirty, exhausted women are standing by the edge of the road in the ragged remains of their tattered clothing.

"I told you we'd make it!" Hilda wheezes as she pulls a twig from her messy, tangled hair.

"But... what now?" Victoria asks, her own hair looking quite messy as well. "Where are we? Where do we go? What do we do?"

Hilda just blinks.