Watch them battle.

Niki stares up blankly at her unusual opponent. "Our punishments for losing seem a little unbalanced," she grumbles. "Hey! Why do you get to wear a full suit of armour, huh? That's some bullshit right there. Why don't you undress and fight me like a real man. Or woman. Or uhh--"

As their opponent calls them out, Juggernaut's metal creaks as it moves. While it may have seemed unfair at first, perhaps the perspective was backwards, as when they try to take a step back, their massive sports bra tears off instantly. With a pop, the mass of metal suddenly brings their hands up to cover their breastplate bashfully, leaving Niki to stare in confused awe--rope between them laying limp on the ground.

"What just happened?" Niki asks.

"And we have our first victory, apparently!" Juaela announces. "And before the other two have even gotten started! Truly amazing. Congratulations, Niki Vakila. You will be battling against the winner of the second match, so I suppose you are now free to watch in the meantime."

Juggernaut, despite having no face to see, somehow still appears embarrassed by such a quick loss, and slowly walks back towards the other competitors observing.

The other two, however, have only just begun. Cid and Anastasia stare at one another, both tops linked together tight. A couple steps away, and one may completely rip their own shirt off their chest, yet both think hard about how they can reach the edge of the circle. That's to say, it's what they should be thinking. By the look on Cid's face, however, he most certainly doesn't care at all about leaving. He wants to win the other way.

Anastasia is flushed and they haven't even done anything to each other yet. "P-Please don't," she says quietly as she looks down to the rope slightly tugging up on her bra.

"Don't what~?" Cid mocks.

Okay. Now this pairing is unfair too. Cid doesn't stand to lose anything either.

Unfortunately for his opponent, the devil is good on his feet. As he slides carefully backwards, he adjusts himself to not pull on his own top too much. On the other side, the poor cleric is left with her sports bra tugging a little more. As the fabric is shifted away from her skin, she looks down with widened eyes and worry that they'll fall right out the bottom before it's even removed. However, with her hands tied back, she can't do anything to stop it but take a step forward with him before she's humiliated.

"Uh oh. Is it gonna come off?" Cid mocks, taking another step back, inching that much closer to the edge of the ring. Not that he'd like to win that way, but it's working quite well, especially with the girl following his movements desperately.

Before he gets there, she stops, though that puts tension on both sports bras.

"Are you willing to risk doing that?" Cid asks.

"I... I've just never taken part in..."

"Hey!" a voice calls out from afar. Somehow, it carries. Her tone is strict and it projects with a commanding yet beautiful tone. It also brings a strange chill down your spine to hear. Standing in front of the others as she stares towards the ring of dirt, Breiah garbed in a gym uniform like all the rest crosses her arms over her chest and gives both competitors a piercing stare. Her snow-white hair has been tied back into a sporty ponytail, so you almost don't recognize her for a moment, but her similarities to Vivi are easy to see, even if she's not quite as short. "What do you think you're doing, Phairgem?"

"Wh-What?" the cleric asks in response.

"You're a noble, mighty holy-woman of Varat, are you not? Then act like one. You may be out of your element now, but that's no excuse. A knight only comfortable at home is no knight at all."

Cid smirks arrogantly at the white-haired woman. "Varat, eh? That explains a lot. I bet that means you've never even touched a man before, isn't that right, my love--" His words fall short as he turns back to his opponent, as she seems much more serious now.

"She's right..." Anastasia mumbles. "I don't care what happens. I just know I need to beat you!"

"You're still blushing."

"Horned creature of fire, you'll fall, and I swear it. For you, Lord Daven and Lady Breiah!"

"Whatever. After I see your titties, think I'll be able to touch them too?"

Suddenly, Anastasia pulls out the ultimate move. With her foot planted firmly in the dirt, she directs her other leg forwards. It isn't to step back, to jump, or anything like that, but instead she fires her knee straight towards the devil's groin. In a moment like this, they say your entire life flashes before your eyes. This seems apparently by Cid's thousand-yard stare. If his skin wasn't boldly red at all times, it'd have certainly turned white. This was the end.

However, she stops it right before contact.

Cid chokes on air as the phantom pain causes him to stumble backwards, fall from his own top, and land on his back in the dirt.

With a deep breath, Anastasia stands with the rope hanging from her own sports bra as the victor.

"Outstanding!" the elven bard shouts with a smile. "Do not worry, everybody. Our very own Anastasia Phairgem will not be disqualified, because she never actually injured her opponent at all. At least not physically. She only feigned her attack. How ingenious! Let us put our hands together for the second victor, and prepare yourselves for a thrilling final round!"

As everyone prepares, and Anastasia emotionally recovers, Lady Vex shakes the stunned Cid by his shoulders. "What the shit was that?!" she screams up at him. "She didn't even hit you. Are you serious? Did you almost pass out from a fake attack? The contest doesn't even allow actual attacks, you dunce!"

"You... don't understand... the struggles of a man," he mutters with his eyes still rolled back.

Juaela taps him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir. Can you come here for a second?"

It seems the sight of such a fair maiden has rejuvenated him, as he nods and follows.

"Since there are both men and women in this contest, we do wish to be as equal as possible. Do you think that is fair?" she asks him.

He shrugs. "I guess that makes sense. Whatever you say."

"Wonderful!" With a big smile, she grabs his shorts and pulls, not only tearing his shorts clean off his body as if they were paper, but his underwear as well, leaving him buck-ass naked in front of everybody. "It is only fair--"

"Gaah, what the fuck!" His eyes widen as he lowers his hands between his legs. "It's called being a grower, okay?!"

"I did not say anything--"

"Equality is so unfair!" he cries as he runs from the area as quickly as possible.

As if nothing had happened, the bard looks to he audience and nods. "We figured it would only be proper to give the men shorts that are easy to rip off."

Delphi nods. "Makes sense."

You glance to your side. "Nothing about this competition makes sense."