128. Minced
Amy figures a big weapon like this polearm should set her up well; she can use it to keep the fencer a good six feet away from her while she backs away to the other end of the gallery. She turns around, drops her sword, and pulls at the polearm. Unfortunately for Amy, the polearm is stuck fast.
“Artful saucebox!” shouts the fencer, “You try to soothe me with pleasing words, then abandon a fair duel at the first opportunity! Well, I have been holding my skills in check out of deference to your obvious lack of training, but now thou shalt bear the full brunt of my swordsmanship!”
Amy becomes frantic as she yanks at the long pole, but despite her efforts it refuses to budge. Finally, as the fencer draws close, she dislodges the gauntlet that holds the polearm from the suit of armor to which it was attached. She turns to face the swordsman, grinning and gripping the polearm in both hands, the gauntlet still clinging to the middle of the pole.
The swordsman, however, is already upon her. He smirks as his sword becomes a whirl of gleaming metal. Amy’s eyes dart about trying to keep track of the blade, but it moves too fast for her eye to see. After about thirty seconds the swordsman stands back and admires his handiwork.
Amy stands perfectly still, unsure what has happened. She feels a tickle in her throat and coughs. When she does so the movement causes her t-shirt and shorts to fall into a million pieces, having been carved up by the swordsman’s rain of blows. Amy stands, still gripping the polearm, in heart-print panties and pink bra.
“Eep!” Amy squeaks, feeling less confident about her position. When she does so her bra and panties, too, are reduced to a cloud of cotton threads, leaving her standing naked before the swordsman. She attempts to maneuver the long, hard pole between her legs (an experience with which she is not entirely unfamiliar) when the final layer of the swordsman’s attack makes itself known. Amy herself falls into a thousand bite-sized pieces, the fencer’s sword having diced her so deftly that she didn’t even feel herself being minced. The pile of Amy quivers on the floor in embarrassment as the polearm clatters to the ground. Amy had gone to pieces over a smooth, hard rod before, but never like THIS!
Amy is in no condition to continue this adventure or her life.