"The poorly organized assault, you mean," Ophelia snorted. "Tell me why we shouldn't string you up and flog the skin off your useless bottom, you incompetent Northern brute!"
"Silence, you simpering hypocrite," the sorceress growled. "No, there is only one course of action left. I had hoped to be able to hold it off until further into our campaign, but I see now that it must be done now. The summoning must begin."
"My lady," Isabel the high priestess said in a consolatory voice, "surely this is a sign that we had overestimated the favour with which the benevolent Goddess of Light look upon our war. We must try to placate her with prayers before we try again!"
"All THREE of them!?" she roared. "How is it that not just my entire army, but even my knights, have turned out such a sad bunch of incompetent fools?"
And this Nergui had done -- the stout blonde stumbling her way into the distance was wearing nothing but a tiny fur thong that cleaved her bodacious ass like a great, jiggling split peach.
They turned to the East, where Nergui was standing in the middle of the gate. Nearby, the battering ram lay in burning wooden splinters, and even further away, a pile of naked shieldmaidens had been erected.
The Nordic unit had been crushed, except for a single person -- the chieftain -- who was running as fast as she could toward Mariana's camp.
"How cute they look," Shiori cooed, giving Helena's round, freckled ass a spank with her sword that caused the delectable buns to shiver like white flans.
Perfectly in synch, the two Easterners suddenly lunged forward and grabbed their respective enemies by her hair -- "OOWW!!" "AAHH!!" -- spun them around, and then shoved them breast-first into each other with a satisfying, fleshy SMACK!
The additional pressure put on their heads forced the two Westerners' faces into each other, and their lips were mashed together in a caricature of a make-out session.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Wei-Ling asked her friend, while they were inspecting the shivering white bodies displayed in front of them.
With two synchronized cuts, they reduced their foes' gilded blades to shards, freeing up the Westerners' hands to prudishly cover up their breasts and bushes.
When the other two knights saw that Wei-Ling and Blue Wind, now merged into one fighting entity, was headed their way, they nervously regrouped so that Helena was facing Shiori and Alexia assigned to Wei-Ling.
The Easterners went for a pincer tactic, and had soon forced the Westerners to give up so much space that they soon stood back to back, butts intimately pressed against each other.
Her boot plunged deep into the villainess's smooth, hairless pussy, and slammed into her pubic bone with an agonizing CRUNCH!
"W-W-What!? N-no-" Leocadia began, but was swiftly silenced when "Blue Wind" slammed its hilt into the back of her head, sending her falling flat to the ground.
"All right, well, this is from ME," Wei-Ling said, and fired off a whip-hard kick right up between the white woman's parted legs.
spanking her pert rump until it was high red, and occasionally forcing her up on her toes with a naughty prick up her tush.
The purple knight squealed when she discovered that her perky boobs and honey-colored bush were on display, but the sword was not finished. Like a whirlwind of well-aimed swats and jabs, it danced around the naked bad girl's body, whipping her milky tits so that they jiggled madly up and down, slapping her cheeks...
"Help! HEEELP!" the knight whined, as her clothing had been reduced to a pair of tiny linen undershorts and a bra, but the sword just continued in its unstoppable rampage.
Shrieking with terror, Leocadia drew her other sword, which was instantly turned into splinters by the sentient blade in front of her.
With a litany of singing wind-like noises, "Blue Wind" began swirling like a metal tornado around the baffled villainess.
The glowing edge must have performed dozens of expertly-aimed cuts per second, each time removing something from the knight's defenseless body -- her scabbard, her golden leggings, her shoulder pads, her pegasus-adorned breastplate, and finally her tunic.
As if to corroborate this story, a lone shieldmaiden came flying over the wall and crashed chest-first into the ground between the two Easterners. She groaned and then fainted, remaining face-down in the mud with her arched, naked booty mooning the sky.
"Are you referring to this?" Leocadia asked, casually swinging around her weapon. "I've seen swords of better make. However, it will make a fine addition to Lady Mariana's treasury."
When a wind cleared the dust away, three of Mariana LeFoy's champions were standing alone on the field, with their receding army far behind them.
"So your incompetent assassins were not completely useless, after all," Wei-Ling said, keeping her calm.
Soon, every soldier in the Western army could see her dangling from the banner pole -- the proud queen of the Amazons spinning around like a squealing trophy, spinning slowly from left to right to provide alternate views of her jiggling tits and chainmail-flossed rump.
Shiori pulled it out, and tore off the flag. She then slid the cross-shaped flag holder on the top of the pole under Callipygia's tight chainmail panties -- right above her dimpled crack -- hooking it stuck.
Callipygia's eyes widened to the size of saucers and she raised an ear-piercing wail as the chainmail wedgie ate into her heart-shaped tushie and left red circular imprints on her burning snatch.
The Amazon's jagged greatsword went spiraling away into the distance, and the busty redhead was left unarmed and exposed in her -- now rather pathetic-looking -- iron bikini.
Shiori circled each stiff, pink nipple with her razor- sharp edge. The Amazon queen breathed nervously, and sweat was pouring down her forehead.
"Let's up the stakes a little," the Amazon queen said in her sultry voice, and promptly shoved her enormous breasts into Shiori's.
Shiori's eyes were burning with rage. Callipygia's, on the other hand, were alive with what looked unmistakably like sexual excitement.
Three five-pronged arrows soon came whistling through the air and burrowed into the backs of their breastplates.
There were audible *SPLAT!* sounds as the bodacious barbarians' melon-sized boobs were mashed flat against the masonwork, and the three women remained plastered to the wall for a good while -- big white butts twitching from shock and pain -- before they finally fell to the ground in crumpled piles.
*THWACK!* The five-pronged arrow lodged itself in the middle of the shield- maiden's breastplate, right between her sizable, iron-clad mammaries.
For a few seconds, the naked shieldmaiden remained plastered to the massive ram's head, arms and legs extended in the shape of an X, after which an errant gust of wind peeled her off and dumped her onto the ground.