Knock

The old man thought back to his training, and some of the earliest spells he had learned to master during many years of study. He could still hear his teacher’s voice reciting the words to him. When casting the spell known as ‘knock’ one could, as his teacher used to drill him repeatedly, “choose an object that one can see within range. The object can be a door, a box, a chest, a set of manacles, a padlock, or another object that contains a mundane or magical means that prevents access. A target that is held shut by a mundane lock or that is stuck or barred becomes unlocked, unstuck, or unbarred.” A beltbuckle is sort of like a lock preventing access, isn’t it?

The man glanced over his shoulder at Astrid, as she impatiently waited for him to empty out his bag, and whispered the word of incantation beneath his breath. Suddenly the belt buckle around Astrid’s waist came undone with a violent Twang! , the separate halves flopping in the air as they hung from the beltloops of her pants. But it didn’t stop there: In quick succession the buttons on her fly popped open as well to reveal her panties, and Astrid looked down in surprise just in time as gravity (or perhaps magic as well?) took hold and her pants slid down her long legs to her ankles.

With a yelp she let her crossbow tumble to the ground, as her flailing hands tried to make sense of her instincts to alternatively cover her crotch or bend down and pick up her pants, in her panic repeatedly reaching just short of snatching them off the ground as she tried to keep her panties covered. The old man whispered a few more incantations, and the buckles on her bracers and chest armor came loose as well, tumbling off her body. Even her bra strap came undone beneath her shirt, awkwardly slipping out of position as the pantsed bandit writhed in embarrassment.