It's a tough fight

Long stone roads weaved through busy marketplaces, noble estates, luxurious merchant residences and well established shops directing the flow of commerce into the open city square. The noble exodus parted the crowds as they formed their crude circle, attracting the attention of the curious and brave to bolster their lines. Merchants, freemen and peasants alike watched on as a knight dressed in his immaculate armor walked to the center, stooping to pose proudly, resting his hand firmly on the hilt of his sword as he turned toward the church. with the obvious grace of a noble, the half naked woman exited gripping the ends of her tunic, **** to prevent the gentle breeze from reveling what lay underneath the simple loin cloth that dangled between her hips. Her steps were firm and practiced even as her wide eyes scanned the large (and rapidly growing) crowd gathered bellow, Alice shut off her emotions, allowing her face to show only a passive disinterest at the events unfolding around her as she locked eyes with Martin's smiling face. It became clear to the newcomers in the crowd that this was indeed intended as a duel as Alice finally made it to the center of the circle and turned to face Martin, although she refused to rest her hand on her blade only wrinkling the bottom of her tunic more as she tightened her **** grip.

Alice breathed a sigh of relief as the crowd turned their attention to the malformed dwarf barreling through them.

"Master! master! don't forget your shield and helmet sir, it could cost you your life!"

"Stupid dwarf, don't you dare insult me with such tripe, do you think i could not beat this naked whore without an armory!?"

"Master please, don't hurt me! i did only what you asked! I've brought you the shield and helmet you asked for!" Martins face contorted in rage sparing only a brief moment to look onto Alice only to be greeted with the standard expressionless face noblewomen often gave him.

"Shut up, knave and hand me my equipment."

"Alice!" the old priest called holding up a shinning steel shield bearing the Montignue family crest "it's a gift from your uncle, it was supposed to be given to you after your knighting but i think you'll need it now."

"Thank you revered father!" _Alice spoke, dropping her mask to smile at her old friend, she released her grip on the back of her tunic and allowing the breeze to flash her shapely ass to the crowed behind her as she strapped the shield unto her left forearm _"I don't know what i would do without you!"

"please, Alice, we are no longer in the church, you need no longer call me 'father' and you'd likely lose."

_"Thank's Robert." _Alice said sarcastically, before re-embracing the her stoic expression. Raising her shield up in front of her, Alice finally let loose of the cloth between her loins as to place her right hand on her sword hilt. The gentle breeze casually grabbed the flimsy cloth carrying it ever so slightly from its rightful place, never enough to reveal her modesty but just enough to tantalize the spectators who's view wasn't blocked by her shield.

"This duel is an honor duel between Martin of House Fairblood and Alice of house Montignue, it shall be fought until one party yields or dies on this field, as is noble tradition, does anyone wish to intercede on these contested parties?" Robert spoke as he stood slightly aback of the center, far from wear the opponents would charge one another.

A cruel silence gripped the crowed and markets behind them, no sound filled the air save for the rustling of cloth on tunic and the sound of blades being drawn from their sheaths, no one dared to speak even to heckle as they normally would upon seeing noble duels in public or half naked women.

"Then let the duel commence!"

Screaming as he rushed forward, Martin raised his sword high and struck downward into Alice's skull only for his sword to be battered away by her shield, as if it were nothing more than an annoying fly, She slashed her sword just below his belly hoping to end this fight and the arrogant noble quickly. But Martin was quicker than that, as spry as a cat, he jumped back dodging the cheap blow at his pants, he may be young and a fool but he had still spent half his life training in that plate. Martin toke a step forward bashing Alice's blade aside and lunged forward using his shield like a battering ram, he instantly knocked Alice back and **** her shield from her center. Taking the opportunity he swiftly brought his sword up and plunged it through the air, straight into her chest, with the clear intention to impale her through and through. Only to be met with an unnatural clang of steel on cloth as his sword was repealed from her abdomen before making contact with the sensitive flesh underneath. Dazed at the sight of flimsy material resisting his metal he failed to block the hunk of steel colliding with his sternum, brought back to reality Martin watched with impudent rage at Alice's gleeful expression and the sword she was bringing straight to his left leg. A much more natural sound occurred when Alice missed her mark and banged unto the metal guarding Martin's calf, a disgruntled grunt and the loud clang of steel the only evidence the blow connected. both parties raised their shields and smacked them together lightly, both using the same ruse in order to cover their retreat, both parties jumping back in order to resume the same dueling grace from the beginning. Alice's maneuver however earned her more than just a re-positioning, the momentum carrying the fabric of her tunic forward, her shield protected her modesty but the tantalizing sight caused a loud uproar from the crowd.

This was gong to be a long fight, Alice thought to herself as Martin rushed forward again.