In a sudden flash, Martigan the Savage was inside Vivi the Beguiler's defenses. Warned before the match not to mar the novice, he slapped her pert rump with the flat of his blade. But he was shocked and a bit miffed that her reflexes were quicker than a novitiate's had any right to be. Her left hand shot up to try and ward him off, while the tip of her unbalanced broadsword shot dangerously close towards Martigan's neck. The force of Martigan's blade slapping against the soft flesh of her round rump at the same time her hand pushed against Martigan's shoulder caused the flimsy tie of Vivianna's blouse to do what the seamstresses had designed it to do: pop open as her her perky round breasts bounced free. The crowd roared its excitement. Whether it was over the action on the field or her exposure was difficult to tell. The game's sponsor simply continued to steeple his fingers with an air of detachment, but he thought to himself: yes, this young novitiate showed potential indeed. She would certainly earn her keep in the pits.