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To Helena’s surprise, Maeve’s sword handling was the best she had ever seen. Precise microcuts—a strap here, a seam there, and her breastplate and tunic had been removed.

“Close your mouth, darling, you look like a fish out of water,” Maeve taunted, as she expertly parried every one of Helena’s responses.

“We defeated her, and will do the same to you!” Helena responded confidently as they faced off.

“Well,” said Maeve, “I DO hope YOU’RE a challenge. I wonder how this pathetic town defeated poor Rowena.”

That’s when she saw her, across the battlefield—the green-clad knight.

Clara let out a small shriek as Maeve smacked her generous backside with the flat of her sword three times, before knocking her out with a blow from the pommel.

With lightning speed, the Mercenary knocked the sword from her hand, kicked it away, ran behind the shocked constable, and tugged her panties up into her nethers.

 She pulled until the garments came clean off 

Clara was shocked and dismayed as her armor and clothing slowly clattered to the ground or blew away in the breeze.

In a short time, she was standing in just her boots and panties. But she kept fighting.

Clara tried not to be goaded into exchanging insults with her opponent. The blows they were exchanging were slowly stripping away her armor!

 First a bracer, then the straps that held her chainmail in place 

“Are you the best they have to offer? Boooring!” Maeve mocked.

The constable was confident as the action started. She parried several times, but was unable to get past the mercenaries’ defenses.

Immediately, Clara moved to challenge her.

(This makes somewhat over 300 images in this prequel story!) 

But then, the captain entered the square.

Trained, strong, and well-equipped, Clarabelle was holding her own against all comers.

 But the same couldn’t be said for the untrained townswomen, who were losing quickly. 

As Clarabelle disarmed her opponent, one of the townswomen added insult to injury by hurling a well-aimed pie.

A few minutes later, a baker would hit her over the head with a breadboard, leaving her unconscious for the remainder of the skirmish.

Astrid was horribly outclassed.

After only a few exchanges, Astrid had lost most of her armor.

As the two amazons clashed, Clarabelle again, and again managed to get the upper hand.

 Armor straps were cut, plates fell to the ground. 

Only one thing stood in her way—constable Clarabelle.

After only a few exchanges, Astrid had lost most of her armor.

This was Astrid’s chance.

The heavy-set woman wore a suit of full plate, and wielded a bastard sword, her equipment the closest approximation of Rowena’s she could afford. Although a mercenary, Astrid idolized the knight. Hearing that she had been captured, she fantasized about wading through the melee, sword drawn, and freeing her. 

Recovering quickly, they knocked out, stripped, and otherwise defeated the townswomen.

But they found these opponents better trained than the others.

Pies were thrown, as Yvette had taught them.

Under Clara’s command, the now-armed townswomen charged to stem the flow and re-take the gates.

Meanwhile, a battle was raging from the gates to the town square.

The Swiss Sisters had knocked out the townswomen guarding the gates while escaping with Vittoria, leaving the gate open. Into this breach, Crimson Horde mercenaries were pouring, and as Captain Maeve had said, they were, on average, more experienced than the soldiers under Rowena’s command, who, having been stripped and humiliated by the townsfolk, were tied up under guard in the basements of some of the town’s larger houses.

Until finally, Gretchen had the inventor in a painful hold she had studied during her mercenary training.

Yvette cried out for help, hoping the townspeople would come rescue her, but no one was coming.

Flanks were punched.

Hair was pulled.

A knee in the crotch here, a leglock there, the two women struggled on the soft earth around the well, getting filthy in the process.

One got the upper hand, then the other, as they rolled toward the muddy part of the ground.

Gretchen was able to remove Yvette’s top. But the pin she attempted made her already sore backside a perfect target, and Yvette took advantage with several resounding slaps.