The Impostor gets the Smash Ball

Opposing masks of tragedy and comedy crossed the face of the terrified Robin and her delighted Impostor. The tension had been so high for stakes so preposterous that neither of them were bothering to hide how they really felt behind a cool demeanor any longer. “Ha! Game set,” the Impostor declared, flourishing his Levin sword. “I won’t let you say you want to surrender now! It’ll all be over soon.”

“Y-your character is completely falling apart!” Robin protested, still covering her lower half with her tome and biting her lip in frustration. “How could the gods have forsaken us…? This is still a long way from over. I won’t give up!”

“But I’m ending this! Arcfire!” the Impostor shouted again, throwing flames at his opponent.

Robin gathered her wits and raised her tome, even though it meant leaving her panties on display once more. “Elwind!” she shouted as she propelled herself into the sky using wind magic. The first blade shot her into the air over the projectile, and the second carried her safely past the pillar of flames, to her great relief-

Or, it should have been, in a just world. In this world, her Impostor had used his own wind magic to put himself at her same elevation. “I’m always three steps ahead,” he gloated. “I told you I predicted it, but I never thought it’d be like this.” The airborne menace was now distinguished from his heroine lookalike by a glowing, rainbow-colored aura.

Robin grit her teeth, preparing for a powerful blow… then reconsidered. “Wait a moment! Y-you prepared a Pair Up combination attack, right? How are you going to use a Pair Up combination attack by yourself?! Your ally has already left the battlefield!”

“It’s easier to show you,” he said with a sigh, smiling. Now that he seemed to be in control, he’d fully regained his cool demeanor from the beginning of the match. “It’s time to tip the scales, Chrom!”

“Chrom?!” Robin shouted, her eyes popping wide. “Wait, do you mean Chrom from another dimens-“

“On my mark!” a familiar voice interrupted her, as an equally familiar figure dashed in from previously empty space. Chrom had appeared, wielding his Sealed Falchion and lunging for his ally.

Robin let out a yelp and attempted to dodge, but she had never practiced dodging this maneuver. Robin gasped as the sword cleaved into her gut. For the last time in the next few minutes, she felt thankful: thankful that the rules of this place meant she wasn’t graphically severed in two by the strike. The wind was knocked from her, however, and she found herself unable to voice any command to Chrom, try to reason with him, or speak a word of magic as the impostor and her friend tore into her with a repeated series of blows. Robin made a token effort to match Chrom’s first cut with her own bronze sword before having it knocked from her hands, then cried out as a blast from the Impostor’s Bolganone tome tore across her back, eviscerating both her shirt and the seat of her panties. After that, Robin was carried up helplessly in a flurry of blows, her tome and sword clattering uselessly to the ground as she lost the concentration to control them. For what felt like minutes to her, slashes from Falchion and magical blasts from various tomes rained upon her. In reality, it was mere seconds before her pale flesh and slender body were revealed for any spectator who cared to see, hardly hidden by the scraps or ash of what she’d been wearing before.

The rising attacks saw Robin hung in the air for a moment, her arms and legs stretched below her from the **** of this realm’s strange momentum. She raised her eyes and finally made contact with Chrom, her face red with indignation and her eyes wet with tears. “Chroom! Look what you’re attacking, for gods’ sakes!”

“Sorry, but it really wasn’t a fair fight,” Robin told her from behind, checking out the view of his other half’s rounder half with confidence Lucina wasn’t watching him do so. “It’s nothing personal. Challenge us again when you figure out the rules of this place.”

“Gods. Cripes! Gods!” Chrom muttered at his mistake, shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth. “I’ll end this,” he announced, a gesture of mercy rather than a declaration to his enemies as it usually was. With a final swipe of his sword, he spiked his ally down through the air, her untied hair now flapping around her messily.

It would have been kind if there had been a nice pit for Robin to fall into, to finally bring her nightmare to an end, as Chrom had gifted Lucina. Instead, there was the hard floor of the arena. The physics of this place didn’t even grant her the peace of stillness and unconsciousness as she collided at high speed, then bounced straight back upward. She felt her gums flapping as she flew into the stratosphere at high speed, unable to make any gesture toward covering up her nudity as the wind blew cold around her. Soon, she was a shooting star…

The Impostor stood victorious back at the arena. He supposed he had a hard time meshing what he’d just done with his traditional concept of virtue, but wasn’t he just doing what it took to win? He shut his tome and turned his face to a now-clothed Lucina, happy to see her returning. “Looks like we came out on top, as expected. I know it couldn’t have been easy for you to fight your own father- Lucina?”

The strategist paused, noting Lucina’s dead eyes and thin smile. “Yes… The heroes won, right? I watched the end of the match as a spectator with the Hero-King, Marth. We saw how very… heroic… your victory was, Robin. I’m sure… my father is quite proud of us.”

“Lucina, I- Um, that’s not… Look, um, this was a ‘them or us’ situation! I told you that before, right? Surely a survivor like yourself doesn’t begrudge me doing whatever it takes to win? L-Lucina!” he shouted as his only ally disappeared.