He mentally accessed his own inventory and equipped the weapons that came with his experience upgrade. The brigandine armor was a knee length vest of black leather with bronze studs. On the inside however was sewn overlapping bronze plates that were sewn together at the edges to form protective pieces. There was a thin inner lining of linen to prevent the plates from digging into his skin. There were buckles to attach pauldrons and a chainmail coil hung down the back as a hood he could raise over his head, matching black cloth sewn on the inside to protect his scalp.<br/><br/>A pair of leather belts looped around his waist and from the right his sword hung with an easy reachable grip. The right held a pouch that would let him access his inventory easily. He had a pair of black linen pants and bronze greaves that matched the bracers around his forearms and his boots were leather and rose to his knees beneath the armor plates. Hobnails marked the bottom of his boots for traction but the largest feature of his armor was the teardrop shaped shield strapped to his forearm. Almost four feet from the bottom to the top it spread three feet across at the widest and had a bronze rim around the outside to prevent the wood from splintering. A round bronze boss was set in the front and the inside face was a sheet of hammered metal to increase its strength.<br/><br/>He lacked armored gloves, a helmet or shoulder pieces and his pants were unarmored; but it was a large upgrade from the cotton shirt and pants he had before.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"><br/>
"Well, I have to admit, I feel quite a bit tankier in this." </span><br/><br/>He looked up at her and flashed a smile.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Ready to go out and kick some ass?" </span>