“I like you, little ginger,” Rowena said, still parrying every move Helena made, “that’s why I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to humiliate you…slowly…and enjoy every minute of it.” (Patreon)

With that, Rowena started her offensive. A masterful series of cuts to Helena’s tunic let the garment blow away, leaving her in her bracers, pants, boots, and greaves. “Now!” shouted an unsurprised, but still humiliated Helena.