[cerindclvr]

((this is fairly daunting as a first post -- I know who my opponents are but I don't really have any idea who I'm attacking if you know what I mean. That said, and in the interest of kicking things off, here goes. Also, wasn't sure if activating mage armor counted as an action so I'm writing as if it's just a 'reflexive' thing that costs energy when you first activate it...))

Christie strutted out into the blazing hot glare of the arena, shading her eyes with one hand. Sure, some of this felt familiar -- the eyes of the crowd, the magic at her fingertips -- she simply had no memory of who she was or why she'd chosen this highly impractical outfit. Her tall, curvaceous body had just the right amount of athleticism -- a bit of tone in her rear, her legs, and her tummy. Her body's suppleness though, where it counted, gave her a little bit of jiggle and made her ample breasts and plush bottom feel like they might tear out of her dress at any given moment.
The dress, which she'd woken up in every day for as long as she could remember, was gauzy, faded white, and perhaps was once a wedding gown. One main difference was that it ended at mid-thigh, and the other difference was that it was so shredded and torn, almost methodically, that the outline of her lacy bra and hints of her matching thong were visible through it! Leather sandals with high straps wrapped about and accentuated her calves, and Christie curiously regarded the shiny silver hooks protruding from the bracer on her hand. Finally, in a calm gesture, she adjusted the thin gold circlet that sat atop her head. That part didn't feel familiar -- it felt new, in fact, though powerful. She'd have to thank whoever gave it to her before she lost her memories...
Gazing across the desert sands she first noted the woman who was to be her partner... Annalise was it? She looked cute enough -- maybe they could get to know each other more.
Across the sands she saw presumably her two opponents gathering. Instinct kicked in here. Christie set her feet about shoulder width and stomped hard; the sand about her feet kicked up in a miniature cyclone around her. With her hair billowing, she suffused some of her magical essence with the sand, creating a sort of barrier for herself...

(continuing, assuming mage shield does not consume a turn)
"Hmm... I don't know why, but I really must get that one naked," Christie mused, biting her lower lip.
Simultaneously, she focused the shockwave of force that had gathered around her into a stream aimed at Arihalna's blouse. This felt familiar -- the magic, the stripping -- so much so that she found herself channeling a fair deal of power into this blast of wind -- in theory it would fill the girl's top and cause it to come exploding off of her...

(the sum of Christie's actions -- keep her distance, activate mage shield, and attack using magic and targeting Arihalna's blouse with an attempt to strip. She'll be using her circlet (3pt weapon) and putting three points of energy behind the attack. Do I have it right so far?)