Clashing your weapon against the Dancer of the Boreal Valley’s armor or weapons had done barely to help you, especially as your body grew more tired and ragged as you narrowly avoided getting your body get cut in half by her large curved swords. Or, being burned alive, or being poisoned and dying on the spot.

You finally rolled out of the way, below her grossly spindly and large legs, and then you unleashed a slash at, as odd as it seemed, one of her only weak spots, the ass. It was covered with only black fabric, and against your blade, it could not hold its own. A loud SHRRIIIP echoed in the chambers, her face grew flustered, as a massive hole was ripped open on her ass, revealing her soft, pale skin of her cheeks. And not only that, but the tear only grew further, completely clattering her leg plating to the ground.

Her fluster-ance only turned into anger at you. So immediately she slammed her ass into the ground pinning you. You were pinned against the ground, your body stuck under the soft flesh of her buttocks while luckily your chest, arms and head were not covered. Your weapons went scattered from your hands; you felt the force of her booty crush your lower half more. She then spoke with a voice of anger and a tone filled with some vile hate, though the hate wasn’t really major, permanent, absolute hate, “You just HAD to tear a hole there, didn’t you?!”