Gomorrah, Devourer of the Divine, is a pretty big problem

Instead of moving out of the way of Palutena's giant-sized, but slow, attack, Bayonetta could be seen twirling through the air, her voluminous hair spindling out behind her like a ribbon. Being the exhibitionist that she was, the Umbran Witch wasn't unwinding her hair from her ponytail, but instead, from the weave of her suit; what remained covered her in an immodest cross shape, hiding just the bare essentials. "Avavaaaago!" With that mighty chant, she held her gun into the air and fired it off like a starting pistol.

"W-What's an 'avavago?' Like the fruit?" Palutena questioned, watching her beam rise up. There was no way Bayonetta was going to escape this one... No way! And even if she did, Bayonetta had already just taken off just about all of her clothes! "Bayonetta cares about being naked about as much as Kirby does... These are some really unfair opponents I keep getting matched up against." Complaining to herself, the goddess continued facing her opponent.

As such, she was caught completely off guard when a large, dragon-like creature appeared from a portal behind her, hooking her thighs with its trunk like arms. Only its upper half had extended, but that was well enough to be a big, big cause of concern, especially as the creature roared and opened its mouth wide, shooting saliva all over the plump, mostly exposed surface of Palutena's giant-form backside. "Ack! Is that a dog?! Did you just sick your dog on me?! O-Or is it an elephant?! That toot just now sounded like an elephant!!" Palutena twisted her torso this way and that, trying to figure out what had grabbed hold of her.

"Oh, sweetie, that's a dragon. Gomorrah, Devourer of the Divine. I wonder if he's about to live up to that title of his, hm hm. Will you go down a bit more smoothly than Baldur?" Bayonetta questioned, still half-naked with her hair coiling around herself like a snake as she smiled teasingly up towards Palutena. The goddess had, of course, stopped her attack, now focusing on the new threat breathing on her buttocks. "My my... I hope he's not feeling over-frisky."

"H-He'd better not be!" the giant, green-haired goddess responded, now clutching both hands on her staff to whack at the creature that had taken hold of her lower body. As a result, she no longer covered her naked bosom, allowing her HD-quality breasts to bounce in the openness of space as she randomly attacked Gamorrah. "You're on contract, right, buddy? I can double what she's offering you! D-Do you take payment in heart pieces? Waaait!"

It seemed the answer was a resounding "no," as the dragon grabbed up the back of Palutena's already damaged green, leaf bikini and began chewing at it like a dog with a rag. Desperately, the giant goddess held on to the largest, unbroken chunk of the falling clock-tower, a lengthy segment of its tower. As she dropped her staff and clung tightly to that, just to avoid being flung around like a chew-toy in the mouth of the Devourer, she found the garment quickly ripped from her behind, vanishing like a salad down the creature's gullet. It snapped its jaws a few times in succession and growled, then roared, again, sounding rather disturbingly like a giant pachyderm rather than a dragon.

The goddess' exposed bottom jiggled as the monster's jaw unconsciously patted up and down against it; at this size, the extra meat rippling upon contact was especially evident. "What?! What more do you want from me?! Do you... Do you want to play?" she questioned, shivering in her nudity as she concealed what little she could by hugging the tower to her body mid-fall.

The monster growled hungrily. Bayonetta pushed up her glasses once more with her gun, then gave a coy grin. "Like any dog, I think he's excited about sinking his teeth into a juicy flank steak," she suggested, giving her own hip a meaningful slap.

"Noooo!" Palutena shouted, shaking her head wildly; her green hair flapped through the air like some sort of massive, moving forest canopy. "Um... Fetch!" In a last ditch effort, she tried picking back up her staff from where it was suspended in free-fall next to her and throwing it into the distance. To her surprise, it seemed to work. The creature gave a happy, giant bark, then scampered off after it. Because of the lack of gravity, he could be chasing it for a long time... With that crisis averted, Palutena wiped her forehead, then turned back to Bayonetta with a pouting frown. "Why?! Why couldn't we just have a regular fight? Why does everyone keep stripping me naked? What happened to regular Smash rules?!"

The witch sighed, now taking a seat at the motorcycle she'd rode in on and perching herself side-saddle with her legs crossed. "Every match has its rules, dear. These may not be the ones they use in the tournaments, but it's the way things are now. Beyond that... Who wouldn't want to strip you naked, honestly? Even the ancient ones depicted their gods and goddesses in the nude, hm hm. My advice would be to embrace it and learn to play the game, because otherwise, you're going to drop a few tiers." Finishing up, the witch revved her motorcycle, then saluted her opponent with one gun. "Be seeing you. You were right with your first instinct, by the way. Even these supernaturally suspended bits and bobs finish falling eventually."

Palutena blinked idly, feeling confused as she watched Bayonetta zip into the sky on that souped-up magic motorcycle. In the next moment, she realized she'd fallen well out of the camera's view, heading below the stage. "I'm opening a new witch huuuuunt!" she cried in anger, before exploding in defeat.