The answer isn't coming to you...

Sumin didn't seem to be slowing her attacks at all, even after so much chasing and thrusting; in fact, if anything, the attacks were becoming more brutal. Done with the grass green armor now, her blade found purchase upon Keiko's leotard, cutting huge, merciless strips from it with every gash. At times, the blade hooked into the garment, then ripped away, yanking as much fabric as possible from where it had twisted. In mere moments, what you would call your priestess' tier 3 garment had been reduced to shreds; the judges reacted accordingly, reducing her evaluation.

With that torn apart, all Keiko had left to her was her white chest-wrap and fundoshi set, bearing your mark of the {2nd_tattoo}. Her body exposed like this, you reflected again that the short-stack goth girl chasing down your toned samurai warrior shouldn't have a chance against her in a physical confrontation, and yet, she was utterly on the ropes, having failed to connect a single hit. This was probably more frustrating for Keiko than anyone; she was a proud warrior and these were humiliating circumstances to lose under.

"Katappashikara-dono... Please... Grant me divine inspiration," she finally resorted to begging, clenching her teeth and knitting her brow. Begging for help from a god certainly didn't come easy to her. "I cannot win without a strategy."

She was right, of course... even if this trick of Sopor's seemed a little juvenile compared to what else you'd seen so far in the Kami Kurabe, it was still a goddess' power. You hadn't really given Keiko anything of any worth against that. Now was the time to use those brain muscles, dammit! It's time to reach into that big blue cranium of yours and pull out an idea of some kind!