Oh yeah

"We could start, but honestly I expected better from a mighty champion like yourself," says the dark elf.

"What do mean?" Hilda asks, lowering her sword again in confusion.

"Well, regular warriors duel like that, but everyone knows all the great ones don't wear anything at all. They show off every inch of their perfect bodies to let everyone know they're the best around and in peak physical condition," says the drow trying hard to stifle her own laughter.

"I just assumed you would stick with tradition and follow suit, but if you don't think you're great, well then..."

Hilda blushes again at her own foolishness.

Dammit girl! Get it together! You're the best knight in the realm! How could you let this challenger get so under your skin that you'd forget all the basics of dueling etiquette?

Before the dark elf can finish her thought, Hilda's already tearing the bra, panties and corset from her body and hurling them into the bags for safekeeping.

"I am a great warrior," Hilda says as she strikes what's supposed to be an intimidating pose (but in her current state of undress it results in showing off her jiggling breasts and slappable ass), "and I shall duel as the greats do!"

"Good! I expected nothing less from some one like you," says the drow trying hard not to smile. "Then I assume you'll be throwing your weapon away as well?"