She began to lunge, then pulled back into a parry, but it was too late. The expert swordswoman with the long braid hat cut her greaves from her, leaving her in nothing but her boots. (Patreon)

As the breeze blew over her red-haired pubic mound as it blows blades of grass, she stared for a moment in disbelief, not even bothering to hold her weapon defensively. This gave Ophelia the perfect opportunity to disarm her.