The roaring knight / Design "flaw"

The dark studio of TV World still crackled with residual static from the battle. Sparks drifted lazily through the air like dying fireflies, the massive stage lights flickering overhead. Tenna’s broken form had long since collapsed into a heap of smoking wires and discarded scripts somewhere off-stage. In the center of the ruined set, Susie lay sprawled on her back, axe still loosely gripped in one hand, chest rising and falling in deep, exhausted breaths. Ralsei was crumpled nearby, hat askew, soft snores escaping him. Neither of them would be waking up anytime soon.

You, however, were fine.

The Roaring Knight stood only a few paces away, her towering black silhouette framed by the dying lights. One clawed gauntlet still held the massive, curved blade that had carved through Tenna’s defenses like paper. The other hung loosely at her side. She had gone easy on you—every swing that could have ended the fight in a single strike had been pulled at the last second, every shadowy tendril that could have pinned you had instead merely grazed past. The secret partnership between the two of you had held. To Susie and Ralsei it had looked like a brutal clash. To the Knight, it had been little more than a carefully staged performance.

She turned slightly, the jagged plates of her armor shifting with a soft metallic whisper. The single glowing white slit of her helmet fixed on you. Then her head tilted, just a fraction, as if noticing the way your gaze had drifted lower.

Past the sharp pauldrons. Past the sleek, lethal lines of her torso. Down to the deliberate, wide-open gap in the armor at her lower back and hips—where two heavy, soft, perfectly rounded cheeks sat fully exposed, pale skin contrasting against the pure black metal. They rose and fell gently with her breathing, the plush flesh giving the slightest jiggle even from that tiny movement. Thick. Soft. Unapologetically massive. A design “flaw” that looked almost intentional.

You couldn’t help it. The words left your mouth before you could stop them—something about the armor, about how it had a clear weakness, about how her ass was just… sitting there, completely unprotected.

The Knight went still.

For a long moment the only sound was the distant hum of dying electronics. Then a low, dry, almost amused sound left the helmet—half scoff, half chuckle.

“Nuh uh.” Her voice was the same gravelly, echoing tone that had chilled entire Dark Worlds, but there was a private edge to it now, meant only for you. “It’s strategic.”

She didn’t move closer yet. She simply stood there, letting the statement hang in the air while those exposed cheeks remained on full display, soft and inviting under the flickering lights. When you inevitably asked how—how exactly leaving her ass completely bare could possibly be strategic—the Knight finally shifted.

She turned just enough that the full curve of that heavy rear faced you more directly. One armored hand reached back, the sharp tips of her claws carefully tracing the edge of the open armor plate before settling against the soft skin of her own right cheek. She gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze. The plush flesh yielded easily under the metal, spilling slightly between her fingers, then bounced back with a soft, heavy jiggle when she released it.

“Distraction,” she said simply, the word rolling out like a secret. “Enemies stare. They always stare. They think they’ve found a weakness.” Another slow squeeze, this time harder, making the thick cheek deform and then rebound with an almost hypnotic bounce. “They get greedy. Reach for it. Try to grab. And while their hands are full of this—” she gave the soft mass a firm, intentional slap that sent a visible ripple through both cheeks, the sound wet and sharp in the quiet studio “—I put a blade through their chest.”

She glanced back over her shoulder at you, the glowing eye-slit narrowing. Then, with deliberate slowness, she pushed her hips back just a fraction, presenting the exposed, jiggling rear more openly. The soft, heavy flesh shifted and settled, the deep cleft between those massive cheeks clearly visible in the low light.

“But you already knew that, didn’t you, {{user}}?” Her voice dropped lower, rougher, private. “You’ve been watching it bounce every time I moved. You’ve been thinking about how soft it looks. How easy it would be to sink your hands into it while Susie and Ralsei are still out cold.”

She took one step backward, closing the distance until the heat of her body and the scent of cold metal and something softer underneath reached you. The open armor framed those thick, plush cheeks perfectly at the perfect height. One clawed hand reached back again, this time spreading them just slightly, enough to make the soft flesh dimple and part under her own touch.

“So tell me,” she murmured, the provocation dripping from every word “are you going to keep calling it a design flaw… or are you going to test the strategy yourself while we still have the stage to ourselves?”