Yeah that’s unfair. Take some hostages from Taiyla too

“The ginger is right,” you say, “without collateral from her as well there’s nothing to stop… Taiyla, was it, from cutting me. I’ll be sure to level the playing field.”

The ravenhaired elf, Taiyla, immediately takes on a proficient fighting-stance, pointing her wickedly curved dual daggers in your direction. It is clear from her poise she’s highly capable with the blade, and would cut a lesser man to shreds in the blink of an eye. But you’re faster than the blink of an eye, rendering her skill entirely for naught.

A rush of wind envelops Taiyla, and before even a second has passed her top and trousers have vanished, exposing her lithe tanned body from the neck-clasp of her cloak all the way down to her shoes, her large and supple breasts gently coming to rest, her black bush moderately trimmed. A moment of shock passes where Taiyla does little more than stare down at her naked body, her compatriots looking over in equal horror as they start to realize what they’re facing, before the daggers tumble out if Taiyla’s hands and she sinks to the floor, wrapping the cloak around her naked form with a pitiful squeak.

You fold her top and trousers over your arm, “Right, where was I?”