It's equal parts impressive and erotic

Mitsuru and her opponent couldn't be differently built: her, a slender female beauty in the remnants of an overly bulky armor set and him, a hulking male figure dressed in nothing but tight wrestling trunks. The creature towered over her, giving a powerful flex that caused trails of steam and orange fire to begin rising from its body. The creature was Power Charging! Desperately, the leader of SEES slung a bufula spell in its direction... the attack connected, but to no great effect. The evil monster struck a double biceps pose, then turned that into a side flex, seeming to laugh as it continued to store its strength. Forget embarrassment... Mitsuru could be seriously injured if that attack connected.

The creature went for a huge leg drop!

Mitsuru dodged at the last second, feeling the rush of air as the booted feet went past and thud of the creature's massive leg muscles against the floor of Tartarus. Angrily, she mounted the monster and readied her pointed fencing foil. "Your loss, monster!" she goaded the creature, then plunged her blade downward, pushing on the butt of the hilt with one palm to drive it deep into the creature's throat. Thankfully, despite the creature's strong physical defense, it went in; black muck began to shoot from the creature's mouth...

... But it wasn't dead yet! The creature grabbed Mitsuru under both arms and lifted her into the air, hanging her upside down with her legs pointed upward. Needless to say, gravity did its thing; bits of loose armor fell from her damaged suit and the tasset pieces flipped up exposing her panties to the group as they, just on time, finished up their two Gigas enemies and turned their attention back to her. "Mitsuru! Shit!" Junpei cursed, readying his sword; for now, his sense of justice outweighed the eroticism of seeing his teammate's exposed underwear. If that thing was going for a running, sit-out powerbomb, there was no telling how much damage Mitsuru would take!

Unfortunately, Junpei wasn't fast enough! The creature used the last of its strength, running with the girl flapping against his abdomen and with a look of horror on her face. Mitsuru braced for impact!

The girl's body was folded, with her legs sticking above her head and her ass in the air, while her hair and her arms spread out beneath her. Ordinarily, the attack would have rattled her shoulders and spine, causing serious injury... It was a testament to the strength of this defensive, but perilously fragile, equipment that she managed to avoid being concussed by the attack.

The effect on the armor itself was significant, however... The helmet split shortly after she'd connected with the floor, falling into two halves. The armor had bounced right off of her chest and into multiple pieces, landing in a small shower around her. The back of the tassets had smashed when the creature pressed down on top of her, shortly before it expired and vanished... that, in turn, caused the front of the tassets to fall as well. Even the shins of her boots were partially damaged, from the creature's grip. Frankly, all she had left was a battered pair of lingerie and the feet of the boots she'd put on earlier.

The others approached hesitantly, trying to decide if it was the right move to help her up, or if she'd want her space. It was impossible not to stare at their leader, stuck in this undignified pose as though she was waiting for somebody to start a mating press on her. Junpei finally out a quiet "dude," breaking the silence with wide-eyed admiration of the spectacle.

Makoto questioned Fuuka instead of asking Mitsuru directly, asking how their leader's health looked.

"It's... fine. The armor took most of the damage. Shouldn't one of you help Mitsuru up...?"

He took the lead, walking forward and then reaching out his hand to allow her to grab it and hoist herself up. Begrudgingly, the red-haired girl accepted... she did indeed appear to be uninjured, but the bright pink color on her cheeks and the way she girlishly covered herself with her arms was so out of character that it was hard to accept that she'd "beaten" the shadow.

Akihiko turned to the side, watching her out of one eye. "Should we head back? There's no way you're gonna fight in that, right? That armor was a real piece of junk." Despite saying this, it had protected her from some rather painful attacks... Still, it seemed best to place as much blame on the armor as possible for now-- and not call attention to her failure to test the armor-- in order to help her keep a cool head.

"Y-Yeah... I mean..." Junpei muttered, then tipped his cap down and held his tongue. He wanted to say that he'd enjoy the spectacle, but it felt like that'd be a joke too far in this situation. "Nevermind! Let's just head back for now, okay, Mitsuru? We got through a few floors! A little goes a long way... right?" The young man worked very, very hard to keep his eyes focused anywhere but the other girl's model-like, half-naked figure.

The whole group watched Mitsuru, while trying to remain respectful in how they were watching. Finally, Mitsuru cleared her throat, then gave the order...