Robin gets the Smash Ball

Opposing masks of tragedy and comedy crossed the face of the terrified Impostor and the delighted heroine. 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. Robin literally jumped for joy, grasping her sword from the air and pointing it forward at the loser. “It’s too late to say you want to surrender, but don’t worry. I’ll end this quickly!”

“Gods,” the Impostor muttered under his breath, holding his sword and tome at his side with tension, obviously trying to plan his way out of his predicament. “Um… Look, a Final Smash attack is unpredictable. Who knows what will happen if you use it?”

“I’ll take my chances,” Robin declared with a smile, walking forward and no longer bothering to hide her panties in her new-found confidence.

“Well, er… Look, both of us are noble warriors! I’ve obviously taken advantage of the new rules and gotten carried away with my magic.” He tossed his tome to the side and brandished his sword forward in the most heroic pose he could manage. “Let’s have a fair fight instead! I’ll show you I’m no slouch with the sword…!”

Robin continued to smile malevolently. As she grew closer to her opponent, it was easy for him to see the rainbow aura that glowed around her and reflected in her eyes.

“H-h-hold! I’m only doing this for your benefit! I didn’t want to reveal this and lose my tactical advantage, but, um, you devised a Pair Up combination attack, didn’t you? But Chrom has already left the battlefield! How are you going to-“

Robin saw through this bluff immediately, readying her tome. “Chrom!” she called.

To her delight and the Impostor’s horror, Chrom emerged once more in the battlefield, giving his ally a winning smile. “On my mark!” he shouted, beginning a dashing strike.

“Chrom, wait! I know you don’t remember, but you and I are buddies-“ the helpless enemy panicked, falling backwards onto his butt. This turned out to be the worst possible choice, as Chrom’s swung sword collided with his mouth and nearly knocked his teeth out.

Before the would-be tactician could do anything to defend himself, Robin had caught him in a tornado, causing him to ascend. With coordinated strikes, Robin and Chrom carried him higher into the air. Chrom’s Sealed Falchion would uppercut him in the chest, knocking the spit from his mouth, before Robin’s fire whirled around him, causing him to cry out in pain. His Levin Sword was long since discarded, unable to defend him with out the aid of his concentration.

Robin smiled, feeling the good old familiar feelings of comradery and executing a successful plan return to her. It was enough to make her want to show off a little- the magician made no effort of expending her tomes on turning her opponent into a flashy fireworks show, knowing she’d have a chance to replenish her magic later. “Now, Chrom! Let’s end this!” she shouted at the top of the arc.

“Um, Robin,“ Chrom started to say, clearly having fallen out of place in the sequence at some point. “Maybe that’s enough of the flames-“

“Bolganone!!” she cried for her finale, unleashing a powerful explosion that launched her lookalike away from her. The Impostor shot through the arm of one of the arena’s statues like a bullet, causing the platform it was holding to shake violently, then skipped helplessly like a rock until he disappeared into the chasm.

Robin touched down lightly on the ground, exhaling with a wide smile. “Aah, I needed that. There’s nothing like a good plan coming together, wouldn’t you say Chrom?” She turned to her ally, who appeared to be smiling with some effort while sweating bullets. “Oh, I’m so sorry! I thought you seemed distracted during that strike. It was thoughtless of me to **** you to take part while still recovering from the shock of Lucina.”

“It isn’t that, Robin,” Chrom told her in a whispered hiss, pointing her eyes downward. “You’re not… you’re not going to throw things at me this time, are you?”

The Tactician’s eyes traveled downward, to where she had planted her hands on her hips… her bare hips. At some point, her spell-slinging had grown so cavalier that she had completely ruined her own outfit. Scorched by fire, seared by thunder, ripped by gales… her cloak was durable and weather resistant, so it had gamely stood up to the ****, but she didn’t wear it shut, and her undergarments had been exposed to the elements just the same. Essentially, Robin was dressed as a flasher, her coat guarding her from behind but leaving her perky breasts and her womanhood on full display from the front. She let out a comical guffaw and attempted to wrap herself up tightly in it. This worked, but did have the effect of bunching up the hem of the robe to the point that her bare legs were almost fully visible.

“Um, well! A fine victory for you as our strategist,” Chrom congratulated her, coughing on his fist. “I’m going to go, but I thought I should at least witness your moment of victory. Of course, I mean witness you as a strategist! Undistracted by the, the unfortunate side effects of the battle. Until next time,” he gave his farewell, hastily disappearing.

“Gods…” Robin muttered, still flushing at her predicament before smiling slightly. “It’s fine and understandable for you to become a little distracted, Chrom,” she told the thin air where he’d been before vanishing to recollect herself.