Well… her cape IS on fire.

Lucina struggled to hold her falchion in one hand at the same time as she tried to put out the flames of her cape with the other, and keep her spectators from seeing her underwear. The misfortunate princess felt a blush creep down her neckline as the second match in a row resulted in wardrobe malfunction. Goddess, this is humiliating…

“It looks like she’s raised the ire of that R.O.B. creature… he must’ve truly loved that flower if he’s this upset.” Robin said, grateful that he was not in Lucina’s position.

“Yes, and that robot… thing is formidable indeed.” Chrom agreed, “I’ve never seen a fighter cast magic from their eyes before. I can only hope my daughter is up to the challenge.”

She probably wasn’t up to this challenge. Though Lucina was busy juggling her wardrobe malfunctions, her opponent was still enraged, and ready to make her pay. R.O.B. rushed up beside her, and started spinning his arms like a tornado… Lucina couldn’t parry in time, or even figure out how to counter while covering her panties up. The poor girl’s cape got snagged by the robot’s attack, and suddenly the world started spinning for Lucina.

“Whoaoaoaa!” The sword princess cried as she was spun around like a cowboy’s lasso. As far as attacks went, this one was actually kind of fun to get hit by— like one of those carnival rides with the swings! She watched the patchwork world around her blur in her vision until she heard a loud *SHHRIIIPP* and went flying into the blast zone.

R.O.B. was left behind, holding onto the scraps of her armor, undershirt and cape. When Lucina respawned back into the crafted world, she was wearing only her thigh-high boots, skimpy bralette and too-small panties. She had a deep, deep regret in neglecting to wear a better bra than her yellow lace bralette today, but it wasn’t like she needed the extra support for her pair of AA-cups.

Chrom had already covered Robin’s eyes from the lewd sight, and was gritting his teeth in secondhand embarrassment. “Not. A. Word. Tactician.”

“Eeep!!” The mortified swordswoman shrieked, throwing one arm in front of her flowery panties, and the other over her modest chest as her cheeks burned scarlet. “Seriously!? Again!?”