The Knight starts off with powerful strikes against the the samurai, whose speed and agility allows her to barely escape the blows at the cost of her clothing. With her clothing torn to shreds and out of the way, the samurai uses well-aimed techniques honed through years of practice to cut through the knight's armor, exposing her opponent. She maintains the battle long enough, dodging, striking, parrying blows, that the knight becomes worn out, allowing the samurai to disable her with martial arts.
However, little does the samurai know that her opponent was only a Knight Squire and not a fully trained knight herself. Likewise, the Samurai is only an apprentice. Thus, when the Knight Master arrives, the Samurai Apprentice begins having trouble.
The Knight Master is faster and stronger than the Squire ever was. Blow for blow, the Samurai is no match. She loses her footing with every strike her opponent deals against her. Parry after parry, the scared Samurai is forced to watch her sword, a sacred item equivalent to a soul, shatter before her eyes. With her sword broken and her body aching with scratches and bruises, she yields in front of her fiery haired conqueror. The red head pulls the Samurai by her hair and whispers something cruel in her air, forcing her to watch helplessly as the enemy fleet sets fire to their land.
However, just as the Knight is about to deal a powerful blow to the Samurai, the Samurai Master sweeps in from out of the shadows and blocks the sword. Thrown off balance, the Master Knight picks herself up from the ground, staring coldly at the Samurai Master. She smiles and expresses her desire to fight a worthy opponent.
Her angry, confident eyes are short-lived, however, as much to her horror, the Knight's armor begins falling off piece by piece, an adverse effect of the Samurai's blow she so delicately used to not only protect her student but to also find the chinks in the Knight's armor.
The Knight attempts to pick up the pieces before they fall off. She covers herself up, slightly blushing from not having been used to being so exposed against an opponent, much less a heathen samurai.
The samurai smiles and pushing her own breasts up, taunts her the Knight by saying that she was too top heavy to fight in the first place.
In anguish and slight humiliation, the fiery haired Knight charges at her opponent. Despite the Knight's power and speed, the Samurai's use of technique and grace allow her to maneuver around the Knight's sweeps and strikes. A few cuts and strikes with the blunt side of the blade and the Knight falls to her knees, shocked and expressing a sudden surge of fear. For the first time, the knight feels fear rather than her usual bout of battle rage.
The samurai smiles triumphantly and sits on her conquered opponent, using her as a steed rather than a prisoner. She invites her apprentice to come over and watch as she demonstrates how to, as she puts it, "ride a horse".
"More like a cow" says the apprentice as she tugs at her sobbing opponents large breasts.
The battle, however, hasn't ended.....
