Robin informs Lucina of the situation

“Lucina, are you really okay with letting your father see you in those?!” Robin cried, finally playing her trump card.

Lucina had been so madly focused on her successful offense that she’d paid no attention to her opponent’s targeting. Rather than flailing strikes, they had actually been rather specific. Each attack Lucina had taken as only grazing her had in fact cut an intricate web across her lordly garment. As she finally paused and noticed, her wardrobe from the shoulders down and the waist up fell to ribbons, revealing a lilac-colored pair of underwear with frills and dark ribbons. It was a bizarre outfit she was left in, as her cape, the shoulders of her tunic, and the booted legs of her tights remained. “Kyaa!” she shouted, immediately dropping her offensive posture to cross her arms and legs as best she could to cover herself. “Y-y-you shameless pervert! You dare call yourself a fighter?!”

“Look who’s talking!” Robin taunted back, a flush across her own face. Lucina hadn’t been nearly as exacting in her cuts, but she had grazed Robin’s outfit with far more. Even with that said, Lucina’s unbridled rage had gone far. The tactician’s garb was so torn as to be nearly ruined: even though her waist guard was the only piece that had actually fallen to pieces, the gashes in her coat, undershirt, and breeches were so severe that easily fifty percent of her pale flesh that would ordinarily be hidden was visible. Needless to say, her outfit no longer disguised her gender.

“Wh-what are you wearing those for?!” Lucina shouted while blushing furiously, pointing with her legendary sword to indicate the dark purple panties and bra that now peeked from Robin’s distressed wardrobe. The undergarments could be said to have more and fancier gold embroidery than was strictly necessary for a garment designed to be hidden. “I knew it! It’s not just foul council, is it, you harlot? You were seducing my father!”