Fatima's spell

...fòrtis iacùlatricìs¹ | ìnfesta mòdestia èst...
"...the valiant huntress's modesty is in danger..."

Now, the duel was at its culmination. Both Sigmund and Merwin were out of breath, but Merwin had the advantage of the distance. She firmly gripped her bow, pulled its string and magic virtue flowed through her hand, breaking it. The arrow fell on the ground, limp as a rock. "For a bow's string to break this way, o terrible luck!"², the huntress said, resorting to her dagger and closing her quarters with the knight.

She attacked his pauldron, to cut through the shoulder and back, but got the weapon stuck and broke it while trying to extract it. She was now fighting barehanded, frustrated and at a disadvantage, but saw the opportunity and grabbed the handle of his sword while swinging, took herself over him with a leap worthy of a lioness and arose it to slice him in half through the hole where the neck went.

But then, in another display of terrible luck, in the middle of her swing the sword's blade detached itself from the short weapon's marvellous hilt - it fell on the huntress's back and cut through the leather of the armor and the fabric of the cloak, affecting the skin only barely but affecting how much skin was bare³. Merwin landed on the ground, the gentle wind informing her of a newfound predicament.

The huntress's cape was in half, with the vest's bindings, which led to the collapse of her whole leather-pad armor. She scampered to salvage it, managing only to tear the seams further and exposing her bottom to February breezes³. The witch and the knight, understandably taken aback by the sudden exposure of the royal lady that they had to capture, convened to her, too frozen to scamper away by embarrassment, and these are the lines they spoke.

"How unfortunate!" The son of Mars, keeping hold of his knightly principles, maintained his eyes firmly interlocked with the eyes of the witch, not letting the bare skin of the huntress blind him or distract him, but struggling to do so: "What curse have you bestowed upon her that luck is so harsh on her figure?"
"An unfortunate one." The witch's eyes were half-closed, not shying away from a glance or another to the huntress's nudity:³ "I acted on instinct, releasing a spell of bad luck on the princess, but incidentally I hit through the cut in her sleeves - and it latched on her body, releasing it on all it touches."

¹ This is the only verse we have in which Merwin is referred to as "iaculatrix" and not "venatrix". Despite the two having roughly the same meaning, "iaculatrix" is more fit for a huntress by javelin than an archer. It may have been included to fix the verse's metrics, but some of us at the university suspect Steven had something to do with it. Thinking about it, the word does present wordplay (ejaculation) that is only intelligible in English, so chances are Steve is actually behind this.
¹ᵃ You're not gonna stop me, folks (From Steve's Iphone)
² "Cònfracta ìta est fùnis, | scelèsta fortùna màla!" Among the most famous verses to come from the poem.
³ Nice (from Steve's Iphone)