Part three!

Also, more alluring clothing damage!

And yes, this time, we get Dorothea VS Felix.

Chapter 48 – Battle of the Eagle and Lion Pt. 3 (Wyvern Moon)

Hilda could not believe her luck. Bernadetta and Linhardt were together, along with their subordinates, in a perfect spot to be ambushed. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but Bernadetta's panicky movements and expression showed her reluctance to continue participating in the battle.

Hilda turned to her remaining subordinates. She had only four out of ten of her original group left, not including herself, but thankfully she had managed to link up with Claude's group. Claude was still trying to outrun Edelgard, who seemed mad as a hornet as she chased him through the trees.

"What are your orders, Hilda?" asked one of the Church soldiers.

Hilda gave her troops a magnanimous smile as she outlined her plan.

…

"We should just stay put for now, Linhardt!" said Bernadetta. "The Professor can handle the rest, right?"

"I doubt Professor Eisner will approve of that, Bernadetta," said Linhardt. "Much as I'd like to have a nap right now, she'd surely assign us stable duty if we tried to skip out on the rest of the battle."

"Oh, but I–"

The two were interrupted by a chorus of shouts coming from atop a nearby hill. Alarmed, the two turned to see Hilda standing on top, leaning forward alluringly with her axe behind her back as her troops rushed down the side of the hill.

Bernadetta let out of shriek of terror as Hilda's force slammed into the Black Eagle troops. She barely managed to avoid being trampled by Hilda's platoon, but now found herself with her back to a dirt wall. Terrified, she looked over to see Linhardt attempting to back away from the fight, only for Hilda to rush down and hook her practice axe behind his left leg, tripping him and sending him to the ground on his back.

Nonplussed, Linhardt looked up as Hilda held her axe toward his chest. He raised his arms and said nonchalantly, "I surrender."

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Hilda asked sweetly.

"Nothing a quick nap won't fix."

Then, as Hilda turned to Bernadetta, the purple-haired girl shrieked as she said, "Ah! I give up! I give up!"

"Phew, thanks. I was worried I was going to have to chase you." Hilda then swept a hand through one of her pink twintails as she said, "I hate getting all sweaty."

Linhardt and Bernadetta looked at her in some disbelief. The pinkette had barely done anything in the ambush.

…

Hanneman held a hand to his chin as he watched his subordinates fight against those led by his long-time rival, Manuela. He was waiting for her to make the first move.

As Manuela deftly disarmed a soldier and then whacked him on the head with her practice sword, she turned to Hanneman and said, "Are you gonna let your boys do all of your fighting?" Then, with a smirk, Manuela said, "Looks like the Golden Deer are losing this year."

"The battle is not over yet, Manuela," said Hanneman. "Perhaps you should be more concerned with Professor Eisner at this moment."

"Huh?"

Manuela turned to look at the central hill, and her eyes widened with dismay. Byleth had just pinned Dedue to the ground on his back, holding her wooden blade to his neck and forcing him to surrender. Meanwhile, Annette was trying to flee as Petra came out of a set of bushes, but it was clear the Brigid princess was going to catch the short orange-haired mage. At the same time, Felix was squaring off against Dorothea, neglecting to help the other Blue Lions.

Manuela's shock gave Hanneman the opportunity he had been waiting for. He launched a Sagittae spell toward the physician, but Manuela whipped her gaze back toward him and narrowly avoided the attack.

"HEY! That was such a cheap shot!" Manuela snapped.

"You allowed yourself to be distracted, Manuela. It is only prudent that I take advantage."

"Well, let's see you handle this!"

Manuela raised her hand, creating a white complex magical circle before her. White magic energy surged around Hanneman and condensed upon him, intended to disrupt his own magic. It was a Silence spell, a complicated but useful bit of Faith magic, capable of rendering an enemy mage helpless for a limited time.

To Manuela's dismay, the spell fizzled out as it hit Hanneman, having no effect.

"What the?!"

"I am well-prepared for that spell, Manuela," said Hanneman. "You will not find it so easy to suppress my spellcraft."

With that, Hanneman launched another Sagittae spell, and this time Manuela failed to avoid it. The physician yelped loudly as the spell battered her, while also tearing up her revealing outfit. Immediately she swung an arm over her massive breasts to cover herself, dropping her practice sword as she tried to keep together what remained of her seductive dress.

Hanneman, having already seen more of Manuela's body than he cared to admit, was not fazed by the alluring sight, despite that several of the Church soldiers were now catcalling and whistling at Manuela's disheveled state. Manuela, meanwhile, growled furiously at Hanneman for being so thoroughly humiliated.

With a smirk, Hanneman asked, "Do I take this as your surrender?"

With another growl, she said, "F-Fine! But you won't be so lucky in the next mock battle, you hear me?! I'll get even with you, you old geezer!"

"O-Old geezer?!"

…

"Mercie, help!" Annette yelped as she ran as fast as she could from Petra.

"Don't worry, Annie," Mercedes said soothingly. "Leave it to me."

Annette ran past Mercedes, who nodded at her as she went past, and hid behind a large rock as Petra skidded to a halt in front of Mercedes. Petra spun her short wooden blade in her hand, ready for a fight.

"Mercedes, I will be getting the victory in this fight!" said Petra.

"My, my, you're really fired up today," said Mercedes.

"Fired up? But I am not burning. I would be knowing if I was burning."

"Umm, that's not what 'fired up' means. It means you're really enthusiastic about something."

"Ah, I have understanding. You are having my gratitude."

"I think you meant to say, 'Thank you'. You must be having such a hard time learning how to speak Basic."

"I am having… difficulty with it. It is very differing from my… er, different from my people's words."

"I can imagine so. I don't think I've ever heard someone speaking in Brigidese. What are some words in it?"

"You are wishing to be learning my language?"

As Mercedes let out a smile, Annette readied a spell from behind the rock. Mercedes' distraction was working, and now Annette just had to hit Petra to knock her out of the fight.

But then Petra's expression turned to one of realization as she said, "Hold on, you are making the distraction! I will not be losing to your tricking!"

Petra then rushed up to Mercedes, raising her wooden blade to threaten her.

"O-Oh dear, I guess you found me out," Mercedes said with a smile.

It was Annette's chance. The girl sprang out from her hiding place.

"Surpri – AIEE!"

Annette yelped as she tripped on a rock, releasing her spell off target.

A second later, both Petra and Mercedes let out yelps as they were both hit by the spell.

Annette shook her head as she said, "Doh, stupid rock! Why am I so clums– EEEH?!"

Looking up, the orange-haired girl saw that Mercedes and Petra both had their hands wrapped around their torn uniforms, which threatened to burst open from a series of cuts. Miraculously, neither of the girls were physically harmed; only their clothes had been damaged. Mercedes was having a hard time containing her enormous breasts.

"AAH, I'm sorry, Mercie! I didn't mean to do that!" Annette stammered.

"I-I know, Annie," Mercedes said as she blushed. "T-This is awfully…"

"I have embarrassment," said Petra.

The ordeal was counted as both an elimination for the Blue Lions and one for the Black Eagles, who got the credit for Mercedes being eliminated.

…

Claude had finally run out of places to run. Edelgard had chased him all the way to the boundary of the battlefield, and if he ran any further it would count against the Golden Deer. Seteth was now hovering before him on his wyvern, Hyperion, having just given Claude his warning about leaving the battlefield.

Claude turned to look at Edelgard, who was still mad at him. Laughing nervously, he said, "Guess you caught me, Princess. I've really stepped in it this time, haven't I?"

"You don't know the half of it, Claude!" Edelgard seethed. "If this weren't a mock battle, I'd have your head for your little stunt!"

"Whoa, all that over a little joke? Come on, how was I supposed to know you were afraid of–"

"Utter one more syllable and I'll break your jaw, Claude!"

"Calm yourself, Edelgard!" commanded Seteth. "Do not dishonor the Black Eagles with such conduct!"

This prompted Edelgard to take a deep breath as she simmered down, but only slightly. She readied her shield as Claude drew his bow, the schemer intending to go down swinging.

Then, with a smirk, he murmured, "Squeak, squeak…" This made Edelgard's face contort in fury again.

Claude released his arrow, aimed at Edelgard's leg, but Edelgard saw this coming and blocked the shot with her shield. As Claude moved to draw another arrow, Edelgard charged him. Before Claude could draw his bow again, Edelgard raised her shield and brought it down on his head, bashing him to the ground. As he lay with a loud groan, Edelgard brought the rim of her shield down upon his neck.

"This should teach you a lesson, Claude!" Edelgard hissed as she began to apply pressure on Claude's neck, choking him.

In an instant, Seteth's lance shot forward, the tip barely touching Edelgard's neck.

"That is enough, Edelgard!" Seteth snapped. "Release him. You have won."

Again, Edelgard had to take a deep breath before removing her shield from Claude's neck.

"I do not know what he said to rile you so, but if you act this way toward your fellow students again, I will see that you are severely punished. Is that clear?"

Edelgard could only nod affirmatively as she cursed herself under her breath.

…

Felix paced to his right as Dorothea readied a stance with her wooden sword. She wasn't allowed to bring Joyeuse, and there weren't any wooden Rapiers to speak of, so the weapon wasn't of the same balance. Felix made a small "Tch" as he looked at Dorothea's stance; it wasn't as bad as during the first mock battle, but it was still fairly amateurish.

The two faced off alone, neither one having brought any of their subordinates with them. Dorothea's men were helping Byleth, while Felix had opted not to have any support, preferring to fight alone. Given his skill, Dorothea thought, he likely didn't need the help.

"Try not to make this easy for me, Arnault," said Felix.

"Do you always have to be so smug?" Dorothea snapped.

Felix said nothing to this, and then rushed toward Dorothea. The girl managed to parry his first strike, but she stumbled back as a result. He made a second swing, which Dorothea leapt back from.

Dorothea knew she couldn't beat him like this. Despite that she was now learning proper swordsmanship, Felix had far more training and experience. Facing him in a sword duel was only going to result in her losing.

She needed to even the odds.

Dorothea spun around and broke into a run.

"Get back here, woman!" Felix shouted as he gave chase.

Dorothea briefly looked over her shoulder to see Felix was catching up. She wasn't going to be able to get away from him.

But unbeknownst to Felix, Dorothea wasn't trying to get away.

Two minutes later, the two reached the shallows of the northern stream. Felix was almost right on top of Dorothea. She spun around just in time to block another swing from Felix, this blow fueled by the power of his Major Crest of Fraldarius. Dorothea yelped as she was knocked back and rolled a short bit through the stream, becoming soaked as she did, but she quickly stood back up and reassumed her stance.

Felix was on her in a second, locking his blade with hers and, with a controlling swing, sent the wooden blade flying from her grip. Felix followed up with another swing, but Dorothea again jumped back and avoided the hit.

"I thought I told you not to make this easy for me!" said Felix.

The two combatants stood still as they glared at one another. Dorothea, panting for breath, then moved her hands and prepared for a spell. Felix assumed a defensive stance.

Dorothea knew Felix was expecting her to do this. After how she had taken him down during the first mock battle, she knew he'd be ready for her magic. And he was certainly fast enough that he could avoid one of her spells.

But now she had him right where she wanted him.

"Take your best shot, Arnault," Felix said confidently.

"I have just three words for you, Felix," said Dorothea as she made a wide smile and electricity began to crackle from her fingertips.

It was at that moment that Felix realized just what Dorothea had planned. He briefly looked down at his legs, and saw he was standing knee-deep in the stream while Dorothea was now on dry land.

Before Felix could act, Dorothea shouted, "TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!"

Dorothea unleashed her Thoron spell right at the stream, instead of directly at Felix. The water became electrified and Felix let out several loud yelps of pain as he was electrocuted. Dorothea was far enough away from the water that she wasn't also shocked by her spell, despite still being soaking wet.

Five seconds later, Dorothea's spell ended, and the water lost its electrical charge. Felix made a loud groan of pain as he fell to his knees, and then fell face-first into the water.

"How do you like that, Felix?" Dorothea said proudly as she spun around dramatically to take a pose. "I'm not as weak as I… look…?"

Dorothea looked down at Felix, and her proud expression faded away as she saw he wasn't moving. He was still face-down in the water. It had been a good ten seconds since he had fallen in.

Dorothea's heart froze.

"Felix? Felix?!"

Dorothea rushed over to Felix and pulled him to the shore, turning him over as she did. As his face came out of the water, he made a grimace of pain, and Dorothea finally saw the extent of the damage she had done to him. He had several electrical burns on him, and his body was now twitching uncontrollably.

"Oh no… Oh nonono… What… what have I done?" Dorothea said fearfully.

Dorothea immediately tried casting a Heal spell on him. However, his injuries proved quite severe, and her magic proved unable to heal his wounds.

"Nononono… F-Felix, I'm sorry! I didn't want this!"

The whinny of a Pegasus caught her attention, and Dorothea looked up to see Flayn flying down toward her on Sumia. The green-haired girl had an expression of concern.

"F-Flayn!" Dorothea stammered. "I'm sorry, I-I-I didn't mean to hit him so hard! I wasn't trying to–"

"Calm yourself, Dorothea, all will be well," said Flayn as she dismounted Sumia.

Flayn then knelt next to Felix as the boy wheezed painfully. Her hands glowed as her own healing magic poured into Felix's body, and the Major Crest of Cethleann shimmered in Flayn's green eyes. Flayn's healing magic was far more potent than Dorothea's, as Felix's wounds quickly began to convalesce. The burns on his body faded and his twitching subsided.

Felix's eyelids began to flutter.

"Felix? Are you well?" asked Flayn.

"O-Ow…" Felix groaned.

Flayn let out a contented sigh as she said to Dorothea, "He will be alright."

"Oh, thank goodness…" Dorothea sighed as she held a hand to her chest. "I just… I didn't mean to hurt him that badly. I–"

"Even the greatest mages can lose control every now and again," Flayn interrupted.

"Even so, I just…"

"Well… played… D-Dorothea…" Felix moaned.

Dorothea made a short gasp at this. Felix never called her by her first name.

"I will see that he receives proper care," said Flayn. "I am certain your friends have need of you to finish the battle."

"O-Oh, yes… Thank you, Flayn."

With that, Dorothea stood up, retrieved her practice blade, and began to walk toward the center of the battlefield, hoping to rejoin with Byleth.

Tell me, was this battle a bit too raunchy?

I know some people may find all the clothes-ripping to be weird, and primarily directed at the girls, but hey, I'm a fan of curvy girls. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And yes, I know that canonically Manuela and Hanneman don't participate in this battle, but remember, in my story, Manuela didn't get stabbed by the Death Knight. So she gets to fight the old geezer and get her ridiculous curves exposed. :P

Looks like this is gonna go to 4 parts! Joy!