Caught by suprise by spikes.

All things said, Fiorayne was feeling pretty good. It was still something of an insult to be subjected to a task with such a perverted premise, but Fiorayne was regaining confidence in her ability to avoid harm. Well, of course there was little physical harm to be wary of, though she would be sure to keep her head on a swivel. But even her outfit, which ostensibly what was being targeted in the first place, had barely been knocked out of place! A couple of cheap toys, some gloves that were hindering her more than helping, and an impractically long bandana; no big losses.

I may very well be better off than when I started this contest! Fiorayne mused, though she was concerned with how long it seemed to be taking for this hallway to end. The other chambers had been one after another, but after leaving the second trial she found herself walking towards the third for a few minutes now. Even on a hunt, chasing fleeing monsters rarely caused this kind of delay. It was for this reason, perhaps, this unusual lull in the action, that Fiorayne only realized the ground she was walking on had slanted and given way once she was halfway into the resulting hole.

"Blast!" Fiorayne looked down to find a pit full of spikes waiting below her, and kicked off the collapsing slab of stone behind her to try and grab the ledge, just barely making it with one arm clinging to the lip of the pit, and the soles of her boots becoming pocked and punctured by the spikes she just barely managed to keep her full weight off of. With a grunt, Fiorayne hauled herself up back onto what she hoped was solid ground, only to espy a conspicuous set of circles on the ceiling, and kept her momentum going with a roll forward, just in time to avoid the spikes suddenly shooting down at her from the ceiling. Mostly avoid, that is to say, for as she made to keep sprinting forward out of the range of more holes above, Fiorayne found the crimson cape bolted to her chestplate handily pinned to the floor.

"Come on... come on!" Despite appearances, the material was securely attached, and not even Fiorayne's considerable strength was enough to tear free from it. A ga-chunk from the ceiling told her another set of spikes was coming; thinking fast, Fiorayne made it as far forward as she could, stretching the cape to its limit, and exhaled hard. The spikes came raining down, as predicted, and tore the cape to shreds, as Fiorayne had hoped they would. What she _hadn't _expected, and definitely wouldn't have hoped for if she had, was for the very spike to come down smack on her shoulder, landing a glancing but pointed blow as she stumbled free of the red cloth, and cracked the sorry excuse for armor from top to bottom, the brittle material falling apart after the single impact.

"What in the world...? Hmph. Fine," Fiorayne said, finally treated to a view of what she was wearing underneath the cumbersome chest piece. It wasn't exactly her style, though she'd seen hunters in her time perfectly happy to brave the wilds wearing less- it was styled in such a way to suggest a corset, and certainly it had the 'uplifting' effect of one, cupping her bosom and creating a deep valley of cleavage between them. It didn't have the waist-cinching effect of a corset, but that was because it didn't make it far down enough to hide her navel, let alone her waist, revealing the toned abs that, though she wasn't in the habit of showing them off, took pride in developing. Her shoulders were bare other than a pair of thin straps, not to the corset-top itself, but to the brassiere underneath, and Fiorayne wasn't thrilled by how close she could compare the threads to floss. More clunks and clanks from the ceiling cut off her examination, and as she noticed more holed bored into stone on either side of her, Fiorayne knew she would have to try for a dead sprint to get clear of this leg of the dungeon. With a deep breath, and a quick stretch of her now fully exposed arms, she darted forward into the dark.

Pikes shot forward on either side of her, from above, from below. None of them were able to draw so much as a drop of blood from the Royal Knight, but her outfit took a handful more glancing blows, the spikes deftly popping off each panel of the armored skirt she was wearing as she dodged just barely to the left and right, and small, pin-prick holes were torn in the black tights underneath. Fully uncovered now, the tight material showed off Fiorayne's legs fantastically, and the Cohoots hidden in the dark were all too happy to take many a research photo of the way it clung to her ass, the sweat she was working up only making the material cling tighter to flexing glutes that strained the material nearly to the point of translucence. Once more, a patch of stone beneath her clicked and began to sink, but Fiorayne wasn't surprised by the trick a second time, and leapt clear of the pit that opened up, diving to avoid what she reasoned (hoped) to be the final set of spikes. Though she landed with another perfect forward roll, it still cost her-- she looked behind her to find an interlocking barricade of spears, and between them, scraps of leather that she realized a moment ago had been covering her feet, now completely bare up to the ankle.

Fiorayne held still for another moment, half expecting another set of spikes or another patch of ground to disappear beneath her, before she settled into a stance that was less relaxed than she would have liked. Her tights were showing an outline beneath them, so she could at least take solace in knowing that she had something on underneath and though some more fashion forward knights might call this a faux pas, it was bothering Fiorayne how small the outline appeared to be. She almost considered checking then and there, one thumb hooked into her waistband, but a hoot echoing down the hall dissuaded her from offering anyone an unearned peek. Her knightly constitution kept her from showing any discomfort from walking barefoot, and with her knightly pride somewhat deflated, she nonetheless soldiered on, happy at least to be halfway done.

Rolled a 7!

Outfit durability: 15/28 (Corset top, black tights, undergarments)