He challenges her to a duel

Upon leaving Developer Mode, Jerry was met with the sweet sight of Titania’s eyes widening in total incomprehension. The elf was quick to cover her sensitive bits even with that opulent lingerie obscuring them, cheeks still flaring from the humiliation of being so easily deprived of her clothes and defences.

This gave Jerry an idea. After unhanding her and once again popping into Developer Mode, (this time to transfer a worn dagger from his orc compatriot to the recently-disarmed elf) he crossed his arms and opened his mouth to issue an ultimatum or two.

“So, me and my new friend here COULD just kill you... Or do whatever we want with you, really...” he threatened, leaning into the mannerisms of the tough orcish alter-ego he’d been cultivating for all of 5 minutes, “...OR you can use that dagger to try and take me on one-on-one.”

“Why would I do that?” asked Titania, her uncertain eyes suddenly flickering with hope.

“If you can beat me, I’ll give you back your things and let you go,” Jerry drawled, looking toward his fellow orc in solidarity as he prepard to revealed their own potential prize; “...And if you can’t, you’ll be pumping out little green babies for the rest of your life.”

“I accept your challenge,” the elf answered through gritted teeth, taking dagger in hand and lowering herself into a fighting stance, “Fully-equipped or not, I am a proud elven ranger. I will never face defeat at the hands of a crude being like you... And if I did, the fate of a broodmare would be the very least I’d deserve.”

“I was hoping you’d say that!” Jerry replied, provoking a mutual charge that WOULD have ended with a furious clashing of weapons... If Titania’s once-respectable stats hadn’t been tragically reduced, that is. Instead Jerry found himself able to easily sidestep or deflect the elf’s every swipe, (much to her obvious chagrin) leaving him free to watch the bouncing of her pale, pendulous breasts as they rolled higher and higher within the confines of their vine-embroidered prison.

Eventually Jerry deigned to raise his weapon and send the ranger’s dagger clattering to the ground, and despite many clumsy attempts to retrieve it she found herself unable to do so - or even to dodge the procession of blows his heavy orcish fists directed toward the fleshiest parts of her body, culminating in the punch to the gut that finally brought the defiant warrioress to her knees.

“That’s it - you’ve lost,” Jerry gloated, his eyes fixated on the panting maiden at his feet, “Are you ready to become a **** for orc dick, my ‘proud elven ranger’?”