Stepping to where the armorer was Evelyn felt a surge of anxiety....what was she getting herself into? Her host had already shown her what sort of man he was. She wasn't sure what to expect, and when she meets the armorer and views his offerings she found her resolve wavering further. Could she really handle herself with dignity with such...skimpy offerings?<br/><br/>Still, it did make sense...they weren't running bloodsports here. So at least she could expect that any brutality would be kept to a minimum. Bad for business if nothing else. Still, she would have to go exposed before not just an opponent but a large crowd as well. After hesitating under the guise of considering the question she eventually forces herself to answer "Metal please." she replies with a nervous smile. "I guess I'm not quite used to fighting like this..." she admits. She of course had sparred before but that was for training, not entertainment. Once she was supplied with the armor she went behind the one of the dressing walls to change in private. Too many had seen her nude today already. It took her some fumbling before managing to get the armor on, but once she feels she's got it on reasonable correct she'll step back out to choose her weapon. That choice at least was easy. She fought typically with sword and shield, no reason to change that. Testing the weight and balance with a few slow swings she then decided she had stalled long enough. "I'll...try and make it look good out there." she says before walking out, heading to the competition, her heart pounding from nervousness.