Outmaneuvered by the centaur

With the butt of the spear pressed against the ground, Fuu held a low, steady stance, her firm thighs tense as the centaur drew closer. It took everything in her to ignore the way the squatting position left her legs spread wide, tensing her bottom while pressing her pussy forward as though she was presenting herself as just a cunt to be raped.

That same tension arced up through the rest of her lithe figure and when Sharkan closed that final gap between them, Fuu unleashed like a spring. Leaping to the side, she thrust the spear out behind her, aiming to bury the tip in the centaur's flank. But for all her speed, Sharkan proved his own deft alacrity. His rear hooves kicked up dirt as he threw himself into a deft pivot, swiping his shamshir backward just in time to deflect the spear tip from his flank with a loud ping of stone on steel.

A murmured gasp washed over the crowd, but Sharkan was already moving. He surged forward once more, giving Fuu no time to regain her footing. The threat of trampling hooves sent her stumbling backward while he rained down swipe after swipe with his twin blades. With the centaur's blades already past the reach of her spear, Fuu had not choice but to thrust the haft of it up in front of her in a desperate defense. This seemed to be exactly what Sharkan wanted, however, and with a precision that belied years of rare military combat, he angled the furious barrage of attacks toward the center of her spear.

While the pale, ashen haft of her Naginata might have withstood the assault, this spear clearly hadn't received the maintenance it was due and it was a matter of fleeting seconds before the weapon's shaft, Fuu's frail final defense, splintered, then split, then fully snapped.

Fuu lost her footing entirely, collapsing forward with a look of shock painted across her elegant features. For his part, Sharkan didn't hesitate a single second. His blades continued their dance, now pivoting the brutal strikes into elegant, carefully aimed sweeps. As Fuu fell forward, the very edge of his blades grazed the leather straps holding up her joke of a cuirass with one final, long sweep slicing down the length of her back. It took a remarkable precision to ensure that when Fuu hit the ground, the leather around her did as well, leaving her pale skin utterly naked and exposed and all without leaving Fuu with more than a few scratches.