Robin tries to dodge

Robin was able to dodge the initial bolt of this one by juking in place, but she was familiar enough with the spell to know that gesture was meaningless. When the spark hit the ground, she’d be unable to move to avoid the resulting pillar. The tactician cursed her ignorance, certain that if she’d been able to raise a shield as her opponent had, she’d have the perfect countermeasure-

There was no more time for such thoughts as the flames burst around her, lifting her into the air with the **** of eruption and setting her boots, breeches, and baggy sleeves ablaze.

“I guess it isn’t fair to chide you too harshly,” the Impostor spoke, charging a strike with his Levin sword dancing over his head and his arms held in the air. “After all, so few competitors make good use of a shield, so it’s hard to pick it up studying a match. However, I think you’ll find some extra diligence will serve you well if you decide to join me on the battlefield again."

Robin had no response. At this point, her fate was sealed. The licking embers had turned to cinders all but the neckline of her undershirt, her lacy dark purple bra with fancy gold embroidery, and the simple bands that held her hairstyle in place. It was all she could do to hide her exposed shame with her hands, and even that would do nothing if her opponent decided to stroll around for a view of her ash-covered ass… But that wasn’t a problem she’d have to worry about much longer.

The Impostor arced his arms downward, then swept them to the side. This had the effect of causing his magic sword to shoot from the sky over his head, severing Robin’s bra in a clean motion. Diving between the helpless strategist’s legs to emerge behind her, the sword spun horizontally at the same time, connecting with the broad side against her butt cheeks with a hideous smack and a shower of sparks. With a loud cry, the defeated Robin flew across the arena and vanished in a meteor burst in the distance.

The booming voice of the referee called the match, awarding the game’s win to Robin, which would probably be amusing to anyone who’d just seen the fate of the female competitor going by that name.

Her tormentor glanced at his tome idly, speaking quietly to himself. He’d had plenty of experience training and watching others, but hadn’t had a match victory himself yet: thus, he was unaware that the camera was focusing on him to deliver a victory line. “Hmm, I thought that would feel weird, but… it’s actually surprisingly fun to play with a dumber, more erotic version of yourself. Next time, though, I want to see Lucina in- huh?” he finally shut up, realizing the camera in front of him and gulping.